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.
Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.
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Sometimes my helpless blood runs numb and, if only for a second, I forget how frail bones can be.
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