“It’s not safe inside anymore?” he asks.
She stops, turns, and looks at him.
“It wasn’t safe to begin with Stan” she says.
“You’ve been living in a dream.”
“When we go outside, you might wake up.”
“I might wake up?” he asks.
“Or you might die. Now come on.”
She turns back, holding his hand, and drags him along.
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