"I thought it was the lawyer talking... Would he refer to himself in third person? He doesn't seem like the sort unless this place has somehow given him dissociative disorder. It would certainly be less lonely. We shouldn't rush into this... I don't need another wound.
Don't vandal... Even if it is hell."
I stared at the spray can, wondering where on earth it had come from.I start moving more slowly if it's possible. Trying to stay behind Harriet. The lawyer wouldn't shoot her.
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