Peyton Reese

She arrived at night, barefoot and limping, and asked for a Band-Aid. I wanted to be left alone. She said she wouldn't be any trouble, but to me, she already was. What was I gonna do, tell her to take a hike? I may be mean, but I'm not that mean, so I stepped aside and pulled open the door. Approximately 32, 000 words (novella length). Content Advisory: This work of fiction contains sexual encounters, explicit language and gunfire.
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