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(Labored breathing. Sound of skin and cloth sliding slowly across concrete. Every now and then, there are a few low grunts of pain. A pause, and panting. When her voice comes in, it's strained, hoarse.)
D-Daddy always told me... I would get in over my head-one day.
Vilg. Fro huf.
(Pause-she sounded out of breath a second ago.
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Got any bandages? Cloth of any kind-will work.
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Idiot.
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