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mireille's eyes shifted between the woman and the man wildly. tears stung the back of them, but she refused to cry, refused to let them see her terror and exhaustion. "i want my mot'ers. now." she tried to keep her voice steady, growling as the man passed her. and she tried to keep an eye on him, but the woman's face filled her vision.
her head was growing dizzy again. she would not give her name.
"i live in sapphique. on de cliffs."
if only she could focus long enough to see that she was so close.
mireille collapsed, weak with hunger and the exposing lash of the winter sun.