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Paranoia
chest silent, eyes heavy, breathing calmly, yet palms sweaty. This is anitcipation, fear. It is paranoia. She sits and looks you in the face, eyes grappling. Your sure she knows, so you sit and wait for it. I lost my ring today can you believe it, she says. You quickly find your footing, becoming more relaxed. But she saw, you should be paranoid, there was just a stranger in her house.
