"Have a Coke and a smile," she offers, half-heartedly. She hasn't seen me smile for months.
"Let's get off the street. I think he knows."
"Looks like a storm is coming," she says. We head east, to the farm at the edge of town.
"Fucking cookies. I'm so sick of cookies." I know there isn't anything else to eat.
"You need to keep your strength up. We're out of ammo," she says, and shivers.
"At least it isn't raining. I think we'll be safe here. Try and get some rest..."
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