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"I'm not amused," he stepped closer wearing his brows in knits. I stepped back with short shuffled steps. The pressure from his presence was uncomfortable and heavy like a vase titling on an edge ready to crash and fall apart. "And I really don't want to do this," My insides churned. Not in the present conditions anyway. Shifting was something I ha