Time slowed as we huddled in the dark. Julia talked tough and acted the part, but she was new enough to the street to still feel the fear. I had surrendered my fear years ago. I had been down low so long that anything more than survival was a shadow of a dream glimpsed in brief, but forgotten as soon as reality crashed back around me. I didn’t have much hope of succeeding tonight, but I had to try. If nothing else I wanted to find a way to get her out of this sewer, give her a real life.
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