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He grabbed her scruff once more, awkwardly tossing her away from him, her neck raw and tender where the skin had split. He told her to leave, and his compliment did not serve to have her feel any better; rather, it made her feel small and dirty. Gulping air through her torn throat, she did not wait a moment more before spinning on her heel and sprinting back towards the borderline, adrenaline and fear keeping the pain at bay, for now.