‘I’m going to die,’ she moans. This time it’s more guttural, almost like a bad exorcism movie. Her hands, like clamps, clutch onto me. I manage to extricate myself from the vice-like grip.
‘Ooohhh, my heart. Ohhh, sweet Jesus, take me now!’
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