[ Fear slices through her again. Her eyes jump to the nondescript SUV and back to him, then down to the grasp he has on her hand. The moonlight glints off his arm. ]
Please.
[ It’s small, pathetic. The whole time, she has a crushing feeling it won’t work. ]
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Please.
[ It’s small, pathetic. The whole time, she has a crushing feeling it won’t work. ]