28 | hour three

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Florence's P.O.V:

It's closed.


I knock rapidly.


A light turns on, and I see...


The door swings open and I'm pulled out of the cold of the night. She sits me on a couch in the back, and wraps me in a blanket. 


I open my mouth, but no words come through, but he tells me they already know.


He sent me the gun.


She holds me. I cry.


I'm losing, but what can a person with nothing even lose?

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