"It's me. I'm real." Yeah, that sounded believable. He matched her stride once he caught up to her, figuring it would be easier to keep their conversation going if they weren't yelling after each other. He wondered how he was supposed to figure out if she was real or not. Frank had been so obvious that it made him drop his guard a little.
"We have to get out of here, Hazel." If it was really her.
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"We have to get out of here, Hazel." If it was really her.