I pad into the kitchen for a snack. I love the homemade cucumber egg-sandwiches mom learned to make in Japan. She made me some before she went to the store for milk. Humming, I move to open the fridge but something grabs me from behind in a vice-like grip, choking me. I struggle but can't get free, sick with fear.
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