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Today I revisited the scene I revised yesterday and fleshed it out another 140 words, then moved on to the next one. I'm not sure I like where it ends at the moment; it's sort of cliffhangery but not in a good way. I may expand on it some tomorrow.
+276, 82,104, 58 days left.
Azar took two deep breaths and gave Bashir her shoulder. They started walking again. Down to the end of this street, then right. Less than half a kilometer. You can do it. Bashir was average height, but he was still ten centimeters taller than she, and fifteen kilos heavier. The further they went, the more weight he put on her. The icy terror of certainty that her husband had been arrested put her feet one in front of the other.
+276, 82,104, 58 days left.
Azar took two deep breaths and gave Bashir her shoulder. They started walking again. Down to the end of this street, then right. Less than half a kilometer. You can do it. Bashir was average height, but he was still ten centimeters taller than she, and fifteen kilos heavier. The further they went, the more weight he put on her. The icy terror of certainty that her husband had been arrested put her feet one in front of the other.
