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Nathan Croft - "Can you tell me about it?" |
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"We were here, but there wasn't just us. There was a child on the front porch, playing, when my mother pulled up with a gun in hand. You and I raced over and she shot you along with the child before beating me and eventually shooting me as well." She rushed through the words, worried about forgetting them |
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Nate hugged her. "Your mom wasn't a great person, hm?" He hummed, rubbing her back. |
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Dakota shook her head, unable to speak |
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Nate hugged her, rubbing her back. "I won't ever let her touch you again," he reassured her. "And when we have a baby, she won't come near them either," |
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Dakota closed her eyes and tried to let his presence comfort her. The fear slowly left, the nightmare with it. She sighed. "Sorry" She muttered, knowing this probably wasn't how he'd wanted to wake up |
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Nate just held her. "Its not your fault, baby," |
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"I still feel bad for waking you up" |
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"Its okay. I know you didn't mean too," |
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sry, was feeding animals) "You should go back to sleep" She insisted |
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