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They pulled her onto the stretcher and the medic spoke hurriedly to Francis. "It seems like she's just fainted, but we're going to take her to...
(Zoop?)
"Very important jobs with people that depend on us."
Peach lanterns hung from strings all around the village. Children cackled in the streets, laughing deeply.
"Good plan."
"Careers."
Jack held her hand as they walked through the market, his gaze wandering.
They entered, and a paramedic knelt down by Poppy, checking her vitals. "How long has she been out?"
The authorities arrived about 15 minutes later, knocking on the door.
They exchanged some information before hanging up, promising to arrive soon.
"Do we need anything else?"
"911, what's your emergency?"
"It sounds lovely."
She didn't respond.
"Yeah, a date..."
She grasped his hands with her cold fingers, and the smell of cigarette smoke on his coat was dizzying. She looked up at him, tears in her eyes,...
"That sounds nice."
A soft sob shook her thin shoulders and she put her hands to her face. "I'm so sorry..."
"Oh? Like what?"
Her jaw grew tight and she looked down at the ground to stop herself from crying. "Is it... is it because of me?"
