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I want to say something, but I know
that when someone like Chelsea has made
their mind up about something, there is no
use arguing. I have to get to my
daughter, and when I do, I'll figure out
how to disarm this bitch.
“Let me see her, and I’ll cooperate.”
I don’t look her in the eye. A flash of
auburn catches my eye. I turn my head to
the window at my side, but it’s nothing. I
felt like someone was watching us.
