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But it was the first tiuish or distress or a thousand other variations of Misery She closed her eyes and savored, breathing in air that suddenly ser see was pulled and the anger drained The sadness returned Always, it returned

Never had she been able to feel any sort of enjoymentor amusementor happiness for more than a few seconds Mostly she was boiven day A sound that was too loud, too constant A teht An ache in her chest that wouldn’t go away Each worked together to build into soht

It was a truly awful existence

Why don’t you just give up?

The deive the bastard the pleasure

Lazarus didn’t say a word as she pushed back into gear, and that saved his life

They carocery store that hadn’t yet toppled Dust covered the cracked glass door She palmed one of her weapons and brushed away the dust to peer inside No lights Only darkness But no shadoere , and she made her way inside

"I wonder if the pharh?"

"Going to grab you sorabbed one of the carts and stalked down the aisles, forgoing the cans of fruit and bottles of water even though she hadn’t eaten in days and her stoerator section, and after draining two cans of beer, threw a couple of six-packs in the cart Then she went to the candy aisle

Guumballs But no chocolate

Why un and a pair of fake handcuffs

"Seriously?" she said

"What? I like to play cops and robbers"

"I a cops and robbers with you"

"Like it’s really a game I’d play with you"

I’m a calm, rational woman--her new mantra "I don’t see anyone else around Do you?"