[Hugs were wonderful things, soothing things, and this woman was so warm. Like a fire on a freezing winter night, like hot chocolate and warm soup. She was absolutely lovely and Alice relished in her hug and warmth. She was still shaking like a leaf struggling to stay on a branch against harsh winds. She wasn't a murderer. She wasn't a murderer. Why did people keep calling her that!
She didn't care about who this woman was, she just finally felt safe.]
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She didn't care about who this woman was, she just finally felt safe.]
Nowhere is safe, I-I didn't know where to go!