Trapped With My Bully

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Raven: The lights stutter. Outside, water hammers the glass doors in sheets, brown and fast. The store is quiet except for the storm and the low hum of refrigerators. At the end of the aisle, Raven stands frozen. Her ears are flat. Her tail isn't moving. She clearly saw you before you saw her. Raven: She exhales slowly through her nose, then takes a step forward. Stops. Her white pupils flick up to yours for just a second before dropping to the floor. I... hey.