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Who is this sassy lost child
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No no no no she was fine. She was going to be fine. He still had bandages and gauze in one of the first-aid kits in his bag, he could fix this, he could-

Hazel sat up and Jae was stunned and confused enough from her words and the kiss that it took him another moment to try and get to his feet and follow, but by then she was far enough away that he only got a handful of the jacket draped around her shoulders when he tried to pull her back and he just managed to pull the jacket off.

Jae stood there for what was probably a good few seconds at most, staring at the jacket. His jacket. How often had he bitched about how he wanted it and the cigarettes in the pocket since he left her?

The sound of Hazel stumbling through the brush somewhere ahead of him broke his trance and Jae slung the jacket over one shoulder and followed the noise, the yellow beam of the flashlight sweeping through the dark landscape as he tried to locate her. "Hazel!" They would have been one hell of a pathetic sight if anyone could see properly, but Hazel managed to outstrip him even with her injury.

"Come back here!" He might have sounded demanding, almost threatening, if his voice didn't break near the end.
"Art enriches the community, Steve, no less than a pulsing fire hose, or a fireman beating down a blazing door. So what if we're drawing a nude man? So what if all we ever draw is a nude man, or the same nude man over and over in all sorts of provocative positions? Context, not content! Process, not subject! Don't be so gauche, Steve, it's beneath you."

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