[As they start to move away, Hope shoves her hands in her pockets, eyes focused firmly on the ground as she stares at each of her feet step in front of the other, over and over.]
Seventeen. I would have turned 18 in May but...you know.
[Death caught up with her. She kicks a foot at the ground, watches as some dust kicks up before she moves through it.]
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Seventeen. I would have turned 18 in May but...you know.
[Death caught up with her. She kicks a foot at the ground, watches as some dust kicks up before she moves through it.]