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. Somebody else was firing, on our side, I think.
Then it was quiet.
"Rich'r'?"
"Yes, dearest."
"'S been fun."
"Yes. love! All of it."
"Rich'r'... that light, end tunnel."
"Yes?"
"I'll wait... there."
"Honey, you're going to outlive me!"
"Look for me. I'll-"
When that wall opened, I think I saw what's-his-namc. Could the bloke who
erased him write him back into the story? To clip us? Who was writing our story?
Was he going to let us live?
Anyone who would kill a baby kitten is cruel, mean cruel. Whoever you are,
I hate you. I despise you!
I dragged myself awake, realized that I had fallen asleep on watch! I had
to pull myself together, because they might be back. Or, Glory Be! Gay Deceiver
will be back. I couldn't figure out why Gay wasn't back. Trouble spiking the
right time tick? Could be anything. But they won't just leave us here.
We saved Mannie and the stuff he picked out. We won. damn you all!
Had to see what weapons, ammo, were left. I didn't have anything more. My
beam gun was exhausted, I knew. But my side arm? Don't remember firing it. All
gone. Must look around.
"Dear?"
"Yes, Hazel?" (She's going to ask me for water and I haven't got any!)
"I'm sony people were eating." "What's that?"
"I had to kill him, dearest; he was assigned to kill you."
I placed the little cat on Hazel
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