Kalia smiled. So far, it was going good. She seemed to have a truce with him, so maybe he'd cooperate when they left, too.
"Are you cold? Would you like a blanket?" she asked, grabbing one of her own.
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"Feeling like a freak on a leash, feeling like I have no release. How many times have I felt diseased? Nothing in my life is free, is free.... Sometimes I cannot take this place, sometimes it's my life I can taste." - Korn 'Freak on a Leash'
Who are you?
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