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One sweep of those sniper’s eyes and he’s picked me apart Sorted me like laundry

“Did you run here or so?”

I opento say…and I find I can’t speak There’s no saliva in my mouth My throat is coated in dust, and Jesus…dizziness is setting in Oh lord, I’ to drain out of ive out And they do

Am I safe?

I turn and look at the woods, hiccupping a sob

Please Please don’t find me

When I turn back around, he’s less than a foot away and I suck in a shocked breath, stuo down, but he catchesfierce at my pitiful condition

There’s so about his hands The capability in them The experience

Right before the blackness claih my mind

I wake up in a foreign bed and immediately know I’m not alone

He’s there in the corner Heel propped on the opposite knee

Cloaked in shadows Methodically drinking a cup of coffee

Now that the sun isn’t glaring in ht Maybe twenty-eight Thirty

Rereen coun

“I put it away,” he says, that voice so low Deep as a well

Sing, I take stock of h

He sets his coffee aside, standing long enough to bring me a canteen of water “You always show up for a new job on the verge of death?”

My response is to suck down the water greedily, finishing the entire canteen before ten seconds has passed My body is so relieved to have its dehydration cured, tears crowdbreath, the rip

“If we’re going to work together, you’re going to have to knock off the crying”

I want to tell hi just makes me think ofuntil my eyes are dry, then I focus on hi for? His intern? I’m not her After that’s out of the way, maybe I can convince him to lend me cash for a bus ticket “I’m not your in—”