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Danica would have asked herself just what the hell had possessed her, but she already knew the answer to that question. Robert Rowe’s mouth had possessed her, and the shape of his lips, and the sweet taste of his kiss.
Be careful what you wish for, the old saying went. She’d wished she could be with him, and now it seemed as if she might get that wish. A wish that included a world without her family — or at least a family she could acknowledge. Without her friends.
And without Internet, tampons, or toilet paper. They used newsprint here. She’d sort of gotten used to it, but some days she felt as if she’d cheerfully axe-murder someone for a couple of family-size packs of Northern toilet tissue. The tampons weren’t as much of a concern, since she’d had her period right before she time-
