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Carrie’s Imp

Carrie’s stomach tightened and she felt a lump grow in her throat as the words drifted towards her, garbled and distorted, as if struggling through some thick haze before reaching her ears. “…will have to be put straight… rules… right this instant… 10 strokes.” As if in a dream, she stood, her muscles reacting to some involuntary command from the section of her brain that still maintained some element of control. Before we go any further in our story, some background information seems necessary. Carrie had been at St. Anne’s for two months now, transferring...

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