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[jennifer sighs through her nose, pursing her lips. she knows there's a gas station in two miles. they have it marked on their map (which is poking out from the glove compartment from jennifer having messily shoved it in before nearly driving them off the road). she remembers. it's the only thing that's keeping her from taking a bite from heine's arm.

she can hear his blood pumping and it's making her stomach groan. she's starving. she's not even sure if she can make it the two miles, but at least she's trying. that's what really matters, right?]

I know. God, you're like a broken record. Can't you make normal conversation, or something?