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Beginning of the End, Ch. 66
We spend three days planning. I mapped out Russia the best I could, and then Kalani, Nate and I planned around that.
First, we would need to actually get into the gates. To do that, we would need to seem like residents from somewhere else, for the officials in Reaha (Kalani told me that is what the main city was called) keeps tabs on everybody. And to seem like residents from elsewhere, we will actually need to get into a different city, to see how the residents act.
In the last hour we will spend the cave, Lana and I put on the dresses that we have found in the chests at the bottoms of the bed, and, to our disgust, they are heavy and tight; not easy to fight in. We hide our knives up our sleeves. The boys put on some slacks that aren't dirty, and white, long sleeved tunics that hide their belts, where their knives are hidden.
Nate looks nervous, biting his thumb nail, as we sit around the table. Heath is sliding his knife in and out of his belt; Lana tucking the same piec
LatreuophobiaI wash off sick-sweet orange lipstick in front of a mirror as dusty as gothic romances. It tastes like oblivion, that is to say, like nothing my tongue can detect.
The door opens with a creak no private restroom could emulate. Some chick with blue bobbed hair and smeared eyeliner. I looked like that once. Ten years ago.
Getting the beer out of my hair is harder. Some men just can't take it when I'd rather they not kiss my feet or call me an angel or-
“Dayum girl, you look like a goddess.”
I gulp, taste of acid.
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