Sleepy Fox Hollow Slippin' through dreamland like a tourist

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He was right in one respect: Stag was resilient. How could he not be with everything he had been through? But that was also the reason she hated to put him through more. He is resilient, she agreed. She supposed no amount of worrying or dreading the future would really change the outcome anyway. 

And with his next words, she offered a stiff smile and tilted her head a little. I suppose so; he does for sure. She wasn't so sure about herself. Sure, she would like to be happy—who wouldn't? But that didn't mean she deserved it or would ever find anything other than a constant struggle. 

The night had only grown later as they talked, and she knew she should head home soon. She had appreciated this time away from everything to talk to someone with a different perspective. She drew in a long breath and released it slowly. I should probably head back soon, she told him, shrugging a little. She couldn't hide from her life forever.