FIND ANY WAY TO YOUR WILD HEART / sam

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Samantha wasn't sure she could be Samantha Brannon without losing a piece of her now. She wasn't known, she was left behind- to die, to perish. Her eyes shifted a bit as she looked back towards the shack, trying to abstain from frightening thoughts and scary past-time beliefs. She had tried to abstain, also, from the sight emitting from her eyes. The loneliness pierced, make her ache to help. But from the way she's acted, how she's made her presence a bit distant? She wasn't sure.

The encircling thoughts in Sam's head clearly emitted a bit of a harsh taste in her mouth, something like bitter copper. She was sure she was overthinking it. Right? She gave a gentle nod. "Anything for you, I s'pose." She relaxed as she spoke, understanding how she seemed to emit her feelings currently. "And yes, that's where we're going." It took only a couple more seconds before she stepped away from Goldie, moving to push open the door.

Inside, it was a quaint little place. Dim, with covered windows, and cobwebs here and there, but overall it smelled okay and was clean enough. She gestured Goldie in, heading towards the small bits of blankets here and there and a couple of spare throw pillows. "Not a lot here, but enough to sleep. Better then a bush, hm?"

"SPEECH"

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