She grips the poles of the railing in an anger that starts to pool, deep in her stomach. She doesn't want to be dead. She was almost out. She wonders--she's escaped before. Can she find something to float on and go back?
… if she comes back, it'll be in someone's stomach. She doesn't have a choice.
She's used to that.
They might as well share stories, while they're out here. "... how did you...?"
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She grips the poles of the railing in an anger that starts to pool, deep in her stomach. She doesn't want to be dead. She was almost out. She wonders--she's escaped before. Can she find something to float on and go back?
… if she comes back, it'll be in someone's stomach. She doesn't have a choice.
She's used to that.
They might as well share stories, while they're out here. "... how did you...?"