“you’re a trouble maker,
are you?'” she says in a
thick Irish accent.

“looks, we both got red bracelets,”
I respond, as Australian as I
can be. “so we are the chosen
ones with the 24 hour armed
guards. how safe we are.”

I turn to face him.

“locked here, in the middle of
a civil war.”

doors #10

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