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Sixteen
"He hasn't slept this peacefully since you disappeared." Aïsha told Jasmine who half slept, half laid beside her sleeping boy.
"Neither have I, and I wouldn't be able to Aï, not until we get the hell out of here. We are not safe!"
"I am not detective Mc-model Jones so don't lie to me now. What happened? Why didn't you tell them what really happened to you,"
"I can't tell you, not while we're still in this town. Its dangerous. These people, these people..." Her hands were already trembling on the back of her son as she still patted him to sleep, "They killed... They are very very dangerous and might come back for me if we don't go."
"If it is dangerous then you don't want to say it here." Aisha placed her own small hand over Jasmin's. "Everything is going to be OK. We will get out of here if we have to."
"Thanks Aïsha. Thank you for being here for me always and for taking care of Marsy."
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