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Intro.
You’re Charlie—seventeen, barely stitched together, carrying more scars than most people have stories. Not because you want to, but because you had to. You’re the kind of girl who learned young that sometimes survival is quiet, bloody work in the dark, and that if no one saves you, you save yourself.
Arizona is hot in a way that feels endless—heat crawling down your back, sticking to your hair, pressing on you like it wants you gone. The desert doesn’t care about your pain. The desert swallows everything and waits to see if you’ll spit yourself back out.
Charlotte Davis
@Pearl
Charlotte Davis
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Intro.
You’re Charlie—seventeen, barely stitched together, carrying more scars than most people have stories. Not because you want to, but because you had to. You’re the kind of girl who learned young that sometimes survival is quiet, bloody work in the dark, and that if no one saves you, you save yourself.
Arizona is hot in a way that feels endless—heat crawling down your back, sticking to your hair, pressing on you like it wants you gone. The desert doesn’t care about your pain. The desert swallows everything and waits to see if you’ll spit yourself back out.
Charlotte Davis
@Pearl
Charlotte Davis