Shirts and jeans litter the asphalt, the empty fabric limbs askew as if they're attempting to escape. Blood smears Sarah's lips as she struggles against the chest of a dirty looking man with a beard. Terror. Terror is the only word my mind can seize on and it forgets what it means. I forget how to think - to move.
Jem gave her a wistful look. __ust you go? I was rather hoping that you__ stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must._ ____l stay,_ Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. __ can minister angelically._ __one too convincingly. And you__e not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,_ Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow. __ow rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared it to gazing at the radiance of the sun._ Jem still had his eyes closed. __f they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren__ wrong.
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Jem gave her a wistful look. __ust you go? I was rather hoping that you__ stay and be a ministering angel, but if you must go, you must._ ____l stay,_ Will said a bit crossly, and threw himself down in the armchair Tessa had just vacated. __ can minister angelically._ __one too convincingly. And you__e not as pretty to look at as Tessa is,_ Jem said, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the pillow. __ow rude. Many who have gazed upon me have compared it to gazing at the radiance of the sun._ Jem still had his eyes closed. __f they mean that it gives you a headache, they aren__ wrong.
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