Blast From The Past

My history was being revealed to me, one incriminating picture at a time. I thought I had left it behind me when I moved to this small town, but apparently not.


I was a teacher finally. I couldn’t let these photos get leaked; it would be the end of my career. But what they were asking me to do… it was almost too much. I couldn’t do it, but yet, I had to. I had to keep my past locked away. Or else dire consequences would occur. Consequences worse than losing a job.

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