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Who is this sassy lost child
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Raina gave a jerky half-shrug in response to Alice's - she was pretty sure it was Alice - question. "Outside, first of all. This place is a shit hole and it's soaking wet everywhere and I'm cold." Dangerously close to whining, but if there was ever a time in her life when she deserved to whine, it was now. Belatedly, she remembered that she didn't have any fresh clothes to exchange for her wet ones. A real cherry on top, that was.

Johnny had to go and have one of his moral moments, like he did every so often, and Raina had more or less made herself accomplice to that by encouraging him, so they might as well try to bring Alice along. What did she really think she was going to do, just sit in here all day and all night and nobody would ever find her? The moment someone with ill intent came along, she'd be trapped.

"Look around," Raina said, jerking her head to indicate the room. "Johnny's right. Nowhere to go in here except that door. It's..." Not the kind of place you want to die in, were the words that refused to be said.

Raina had rarely thought about dying, not in any concrete sense. She was sixteen, for heaven's sake, she had a future! She was going places! She had never been in danger and never been in the kind of mental state where death seemed an attractive option. Why should she think about dying when there was so much living to do?

And yet here was Alice, the same age as her and probably in the same boat, and she was trying to just shut herself away until someone came along and snuffed her out.

Dammit, Johnny, sucking Raina into his moral compunctions. Wasn't it supposed to be the other way around?

"It's not a great place. If you don't want to stick with us for long, we can probably find somewhere else that at least isn't wet and probably moldy, yeah?"
"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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