'A HORRIBLE GASP forced her lips apart, a shudder ran through her and then she was still, quite still, bent backwards over my arms which were locked around her waist. Her red hair streamed down, from her head almost to the floor. 'A million thoughts flashed through my head; a guy doesn't live through a war without seeing death and without knowing what to do, but nothing seemed appropriate for this.
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