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“𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲.”
The hope that she isn’t living on the street is strong. Her looks and healthy conditions reassure the man, but appearances can be deceiving.
“Where are you staying?”
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀her demeanour saddens
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀due to the answer , a
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀frown settled on her face .
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀her eyes remain on the
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀floor , occasionally taking
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀a sip from the cup .
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀“ i don’t have any . ”
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“I just like to remind you, sweetie.”
An adoring kiss is placed on her forehead while hands cover her shoulders. It’s the kind of touch he wouldn’t have given years prior, when having reservations about the baby.
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀a smile immediately settles
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀on her face , though followed
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀by a raised brow due to the
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀sudden words .
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀“ i love you back . . . are you
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀okay ? ”
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“That my daughter is here somewhere. A little girl. She just turned seven last month. Short, black hair. Have you seen her?”
Even with a gun in his face, the father couldn’t help but be more concerned for his most beloved treasure, 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐥.
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For a moment, the doctor would hesitate, but would regain his composure with a subtle glare. The gun wasn’t lowered, but he seemed less interested in shooting, and more interested in getting answers.
“Vacation. . ? Hm.” +
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“Hold it…”
Harry was as alarmed with a mishandled firearm pointed at him, ready to shield himself with empty palms that raised to show no ill intention.
“I’m not here to fight. My name is 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧. I'm in town on vacation. […]
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The gun was raised with trembling hands, the doctor would almost drop it multiple times.
“Don’t come any closer!!”
His heel pressed into the dirt behind him as he took a step back. “Tell me what the 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 is going on here!!”
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“𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘺? What was it for?”
Not convinced by the excuse, he questioned the stranger before mumbling in relief.
“Glad I had my last surgery years ago.”
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“Hmmm. 𝐍𝐨. I don’t think so.”
Not knowing a Mary and the face of Laura’s friend, Harry’s conclusion is based on his sporadic appearances outdoors.
So the child’s wishful thinking is cut short by a negative response, […]
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⠀⠀ ⠀⠀there’s immediate warmth ,
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀especially when she takes
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀the cup ; not scorching ,
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀just perfect .
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀she takes a sip , her eyes
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀flickering between him
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀and the floor .
⠀⠀ ⠀⠀—
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The silence is loud as dilating pupils move back and forth between the corpse and its mutilator in perturbation.
“Enough hatchet swinging and throwing for today… ?”
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⠀ body stiffens as she looks to the
⠀ unlucky survivor who fell victim to
⠀ a hatchet . already having been
⠀ taken down . unfortunately a sloppy
⠀ chop had resulted in the corpse
⠀ losing a hand .
⠀ ❛ shit . ❜
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“I guess. Hopefully she’ll never get hurt 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 badly. Or at all.”
Slender fingers moved away from the work they’d just adjusted to properly promote the other’s healing.
“You’re welcome, 𝘶𝘩… ?”
Usually not the kind of person to ask for a name, […]
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a slight nod as the bandage was adjusted .
‘ you have a kid ? well , it’s important to know these things — for her sake . ‘
a smile .
‘ thanks by the way . ‘
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