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Walk. Walk. Walk.
You’ll get there eventually.
Walk.
She runs; you follow.
Crunch. Crunch. Your feet on gravel. Tap. Tap. Your feet on asphalt. Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart.
You’re getting closer. Closer. Closer.
She gets in a car. It doesn’t matter.
You have time.
She drives; you walk.
You walk.
Something rises up inside you, someone; the last girl you ate. The one from before.
Help, your (her) voice says. Help, where am I?
You shove her back down into the dark.
You have somewhere
help me oh god
to be and
let me go
you are
please
hungry.

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