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Night of the Dead by PartyHIme
"It's okay," you whisper gently, and give her hand a squeeze. At this, she quickly releases her hand from yours, blushing.

But it wasn't okay. You realized this after a half an hour later. You're still in the car waiting, but no sign of Miranda's dad. Even the frequent gun shot was gone. Miranda seems to realize this as well, and a silent question passes between the both of you,should we go search for him?
Stay and wait a bit longer.
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