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You wake up one night from the cold. Something feels different.. empty. You shift slightly only to realize Lottie is gone. You open your eyes, the hut dimly lit by the orange lantern. Lottie should be next to you, sharing what little body heat you had left. Slowly you got up and put on your shoes, taking the lantern with you as you exited the hut. The crickets were loud and the fire had burned out to nothing. Just the smell of the smoke lingered. You don’t have to wonder where she went. You already knew exactly where she’d be.