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iamthefirechild:

Summer said wearily, “I can’t hide out here for long. My cat — I’ll have to go home and feed him, take care of him.”  She rubbed at her head, wishing her power worked on herself. It would be a circular kind of weirdness. Glancing back up at him, she asked, “Where do you live, then, if not here?”

“And won’t he find you when you go out again?” Isaac asked, frowning at her words. “I mean, if he knows where you live, what’s stopping him from grabbing you when you’re headed there?” he added. “Can’t you let a neighbor know the cat needs food?” At her question, he shrugged, looking around. “I live with a friend. This was my dad’s house.”  

“Nothing,” she replied miserably. “But I can’t just … lock myself up. And I don’t know any of my neighbors.” Carefully, she made her way to her feet, brushing needlessly at her clothes. “I’ll just — have to be more careful.”

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