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A Little Close
"The Chief wasn't joking when she said it would take a week before we reached the place. How disappointing." Callie completely settled on the dry ground and perched her back on the lone tree in the middle of what felt like near a description of a wasteland. There were barely any living organisms around, save this one tree that they were resting on right now. With the whole day of traveling in the air, they had become tired, and Callie could feel how the glaring sun was already piercing through her skin, and honestly, she just wanted to stop the trip just like that and complain about how hot the sun was. But every time she think of it, the thought of her mother suffering from those men's hands was keeping her from keeping going. If Free didn't really ask for a stop and a rest because he
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