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She scowls, but it lacks its full force She blinks around the burrow, see confused

“You want to sleep some more?”

She yawns, balling her small self up Her hand brushes her belly as she does, and she yanks the hemline of her shirt, as if she kno hard I perved on her when she was sleeping I give her a wink Finley rolls her eyes and pushes up on her elbows

She groans “The ground So…hard”

I nod

“I hate it here” She shakes her head, and her long hair falls over her shoulders, covering her breasts until she uses so wrapped around her wrist to fasten it back

I pass her a protein bar—one of only six left “Fuel up And wake me in an hour”

She gives me another troubled frown, but nods

“Not aperson?” I smile

“It’s not ”

“Fair enough”

Shortly after I stretch out, she gets up without a glanceat it hard and feeling probably the same way I do—like every second we’re in here et out

For a second, I consider getting up, but it’s a et a little et us out of here

Twelve

Finley