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No sarcasm.
No attitude.
Just truth.
“They’re inside,” I say.
Jase
Inside.
Yeah.
That tracks.
I scan the perimeter again.
Fast.
Precise.
“They’re tightening the circle,” I say.
“I know.”
“Then we break it.”
“How?”
I glance at her.
Same look as before.
Same answer.
“We go through them.”
She exhales.
“…of course we do…”
But she’s already moving.
Already adjusting.
Already with me.
Whether she likes it or not.
And yeah—
She definitely doesn’t like it.
Not at all.
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Mila
