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February 19, 2012
She didn't want to go back. She didn't want to leave the small shelter this hungry, angry desert provided. Anything was better than home. Anything was better than heading back toward the hazy outline of the city she hated so much. But the sun was setting, and her phone was ringing, and it was time.

She didn't intend to see him again, just as she hadn't intended to wander into the wilderness with him in the first place. No, she didn't intend to see him again, but she begged for it anyway.

Don't leave me alone. Don't leave me alone.