you don't recover from a night like this

[Ryan de le Poer]

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SOMEWHERE THERE'S A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK
BIGGER THAN THE SHADOW OF DEATH IN THIS TOWN

She suddenly turned, whirling to her side to lay eyes on this stranger. He looked to be in rough shape, but he was obviously not letting that fact hinder him in any way. He eagerly moved up towards the gate, while Ryan stood where she was and watched in silence. She could hear him mumbling and it made her smile as he worked. When he finally admitted defeat and turned towards her, Ryan shook her head. "I don’t know. You’re guess is as good as mine." Either way, she moved towards him, her dress looking almost ghostly fluttering against her frame. She raised her fingers, grasping the iron gate, as her gaze searched for a solution. "Maybe someone doesn’t want us inside," she offered, adding a half laugh as she let her hand fall away from the fence. She caught sight of a padlock, unclasped but wrapped with chains. She pointed with a slender finger. "That’s the key." If they undid the chains, most likely the gate would open enough for them to gain entrance.

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