As he turns off the light not to see her, the darkness in the room overwhelms her and she begins to sobs. Winter is also felt in this small and almost completely unfournished room.
He thinks to himself as he sits in the only chair. He leans almost 90° with each elbow supported by one knee as he holds his gun. Why did it have to be her? Now I have her close again. I lost soo much because of her...Jason.
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