Still frightened by the very idea of it, she shook her head furiously with wide eyes. Looking around a bit frantically, she snatched the pen and paper again and began to quickly- and rather shakily- write.
They'll get me! They always get me! You'll only get hurt and die and then they'll come for me with their sticks and guns no matter how much you try to protect me just like Dren when he tried and he
By this time she was so freaked out her words on the paper were becoming ramblings. She didn't even finish the last thought- instead she started a new line.
Please don't do it you're my only friend and they'll catch you and you'll die and I'll be all alone and I don't want to be alone please don't leave me alone
Shaking, she abruptly dropped the pen and paper and hugged her knees to her chest.
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"Sick cultures show a complex of symptoms such as you have named . . . but a DYING culture invariably exhibits personal rudeness. Bad manners. Lack of consideration for others in minor matters. A loss of politeness, of gentle manners, is more significant than is a riot."
-- Robert Heinlein in Friday
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