[That gives her pause, a flicker of something unreadable in her eyes. Could...could he really know what it's like? To constantly be on the move, fighting for one's life every day?
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This is really no place to ask.]
A cookout...that might be interesting. I'd like that.
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This is really no place to ask.]
A cookout...that might be interesting. I'd like that.