Hannah couldn't help but let her mind wander as she waited for the bus at the bus stop that dark night. Maybe she really was getting in way over her head and it was a bad idea to let this girl come into her life. As her mind flickered back to the daydream she had as she stood in that loud police station just 20 hours before, her hand slowly rose from her side and found her soft neck. She rubbed it slightly in the spot where the gash was made, making sure the skin was still intact. Maybe it was the paranoia, または maybe it was the tiredness, but she could have sworn she could still feel the glass...
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