"Her hands tremble as she reaches up to close the top lock, using her toes to extend farther, and when that's secure, she squats down and closes the bottom latch. She gets up slowly and stares out at the empty street beyond her threshold. For a moment, it feels like she's the only person left in the world.
Queue the tumbleweed, she thinks. Her eyelids feel heavy..."
Queue the tumbleweed, she thinks. Her eyelids feel heavy..."
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