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“Come.” She said. She pulled him up and dried his face with the edge of her best dress.
“Where?” He hiccupped, too spent for sobs. Everything hurt.
“Away.” Her voice was soft but hard. “We’ll be miles from here by the time he wakes up.”
For Three Line Tales, Week 131
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