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She’s hurt and still imagines I’d worry about him for even a second ? I touch her shoulder. Her touch her shoulder. Her dark hair brushes the back of my hand. Her dark eyes shine. Their brightness goes all the way down.”You found me,” she says.I kneel beside her. I take her hand. “I found you”.”My back is broken,”she says. “I can’t walk.”I slide my arms beneath her. “I’ll carry you”.
