"Well, nobody wants to fight for their lives," she replied, still looking to the window, although her smile faded. "I mean, who doesn't want it easy? It's just a question of if they rise to the occasion when they're forced to. Or if they fucking give up."
Or if they made stupid-ass decisions, like she had, when the moment was upon them.
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Or if they made stupid-ass decisions, like she had, when the moment was upon them.
She could have died. She could have given in.
But she was fucking seventeen years old.