Panic Attack! Red Carpet! Berlin!
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She holds me down by the wrist, while the other one grips my ankles and tickle tortures me with her endless scraping, scrubbing, digging. The feeling starts as prickly heat in my scalp. It radiates down my forehead and sinks throughout my vibrating being. Sweat builds in my armpits and springs from the pores on my face. My fingertips are numb, my heart …
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