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“ Jane, ” her voice is quiet.
Eleven twitches. Looks over to the Pretty girl. Smiles. Somehow, even floating and not really there, she can hold El- My name is Jane, Jane’s hand. When they touch, Jane feels warm, completely. It’s good. She’s never felt this good.
She keeps her here. She can’t let her leave. She can not. She can not go back to what she once was.
I am strong with her, Jane knows.
“Pretty,” she whispers, eyes wide and alert for anything.
“ You have to let me go, ” she pleads.
Jane shakes her head.
“Strong, together.”