Burn. Burn.

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Walking to the building, Briar paused smelling fire. The money he turned around he noticed the hedge on fire, immediately remembering the girl in there. Damn it! He thought, running into the blaze. "Hey!" He called out, covering his face with the jacket of his suit. "Are you there?! Hello?" He heard coughing and ran as quickly as he possibly could, seeing the girl on the ground, barely conscious as the fire roared around her. Damn it. I should not have left her here. He thought, turning her over. "Hey, are you still alive?" She couched again and that was when Briar noticed a large bump on the side of her face. When did she get hurt here? "Ugh." She said, coughing relentlessly now. "My head." "I'll get you out, hang on." He said, picking her up in his arms. "Just hold on tigh

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