09-17-2019
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>Poke back.
>Ignore insults by collapsing onto the ground in exhaustion and passing out.
>Poke her nose. Not hard, she's crouched down and thus in range, index finger, right on the snout.
We…we gotta…her nose…
Boop!
As we slip into an early rest, we feel Molly’s arms catch us before we hit the ground. Some panicked gibberish can be heard but that doesn’t concern us, not now. Goodnight.
I find myself awoken by the harsh lights of the overly sterilized medical room. A harsh knocking echoes in the back of my head much fainter than that dreadful night before.
I take a quick glance across the room to see if I’m alone.
“yep it’s just me” I sight to myself
