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This time, God still didn't hear her voice.Thomas took his time and took his time.Finally, he had had enough of playing and fell asleep, lying on top of her like a suffocating heavy quilt.She carefully moved herself out from under his body and stood up. Still naked, she picked up her crumpled bills from the floor.She tried to smooth the bill against her thigh before putting it back in her wallet. Thomas was asleep on his side, mouth open.A stream of drool dripped from his mouth, trickled down his bushy goatee, and soaked the mattress.She was glad she hadn't touched her rolled up mattress, because if she had used that one, she would have had to keep it now.Her sleeping bag came loose, and she lifted one of his legs, easily returning the sleeping bag to its original shape.

She dressed quickly, eager to take a shower and wash away the traces of Thomas' eyes crawling across her body.It was unbearable, and she had to find a running tap to wash her lower body.She packed her things and found that the towel and shorts were wrapped because they were wet and smelled sour.Towels and briefs need another wash. Where to go?Where can she go? She wanted to get out as soon as possible, to leave as soon as possible, but she was so thirsty that she had to risk staying a little longer.She drank water from a plastic bottle and let it run over her face and hands.The sawdust on the floor had turned into a soggy mud, tan and containing coffee grounds.

Thomas moved the foot she had just pulled, and she stood, still, until she was sure he was fast asleep.She had to scramble up that ladder, out of here, into what, what was it?Not freedom, that is no longer an option. Those people are all fucking! It was pitch black outside.An old instinct made her look at the useless watch in her hand. All driveways on the South Mailer waterfront were cleared, and the windows of a vast swath of apartment complexes were nearly blacked out.Maybe it's too early for people to get up and move. Very good!The fewer people who see her, the better. She tiptoed across the deck and climbed onto the naval vessel.Once back at the pier, she started walking towards the bridge, those feet that seemed to have a will of their own.Her mind was empty and she didn't know where to go.

Still, that's pretty normal. In her world, not knowing where to turn was the rule, not the exception.She sometimes asks herself whether her unplanning mind has something to do with a young illness that may have destroyed some part of her nervous system that deals with foresight.Finding something to eat each day and a place to roll out her sleeping bag and shelter each night were the only things to think about in her new life. Fair enough, the expectation of life is nothing more than clinging to the freedom to move that is the foundation of her life, and no one can tell her what to do.Her will is the only policy, she only goes where she wants to go.

At this moment, everything has changed.She no longer knew where she wanted to go, or even where she could go safely. She walked down Helenborg Street and turned into Skinnarvik Park at the end of a row of houses.The sky is getting brighter, and a man seems to be enjoying the view while watching his dog defecate.Both man and dog looked up at the sound of her footsteps on the gravel, and then the man dutifully bent over to pick up the dog's poop in a plastic bag while turning to look at her as if she might object to his doing so . As she walked on, there was a freshly delivered box of bread outside a restaurant on the corner of Horn Street.They will never notice that one is missing.

What she needed now was a safe place to hide for a few days, a place where no one would bother her, where no one would think to look for her.The fear of being hunted became her faithful companion, and it exhausted her.She needs rest, and knows from experience that without proper sleep, her brain will function worse and worse.If she loses her judgment, she could be an easy prey for the police. She scanned all the places she used to sleep in her mind, and now she could hardly find a safe and peaceful hiding place. At this time, there were more vehicles on the street.She decided to walk up Horn Street Rise to avoid the morning rush hour traffic.She looked at the church clock as she passed St Mary's Church.

At that moment, she knew where she could hide.