I really don’t want to be bothered, and I couldn’t care less that it’s her best friend trying to get my attention. “She’ll be fine... She can do this.” Even with as strong as her words are, I can tell by the influx she is struggling with the prospect. Sasha doesn’t understand the extent of this maze. She could be running in circles, looking for the exit, and even if she does outrun the dogs, if she doesn’t make it to that door before midnight, she’s dead. Dead… “I’m sorry son, we tried to call you—” I cannot imagine her being chow for hunting dogs or that stunning head not atop her perfect
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