Submitted by Char on Wed, 02/16/2011 - 10:23pm
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I scream. The high-pitched sound cuts through the dark desert, betraying to all the surrounding world that a person is in trouble here, and that she is likely a ten-year-old girl.
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Dammit, he's got me pinned with those eyes. They're so close to my own, but blue, and a little colder.
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She bites her lip, then chews on it before realizing that it'll do her no good.
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Three seconds into blessed relief, I look over at him sharply and say, "Some things come first, son."
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