[There are two people she might think to call. One would recoil in unrestrained terror, probably run the other way but possibly just freeze there, and undo weeks of what can only be called progress.
The other doesn't ever need to know that she might still be that person.
Rue presses her lips together around an answer, just shaking her head.]
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The other doesn't ever need to know that she might still be that person.
Rue presses her lips together around an answer, just shaking her head.]