Hell with it. [She doesn’t let go.] We’ll find the pattern. We can.
[She pries for a hand. Cold or not, it’s hers to the end.] We will.
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Hell with it. [She doesn’t let go.] We’ll find the pattern. We can.
[She pries for a hand. Cold or not, it’s hers to the end.] We will.