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The running girls chose a room randomly, ducking inside and slamming the door. The neon-lit space was thick with the scent of recent fucking. Rocket’s watering eyes expressed more than the perfunctory “thank you” she gasped to Babydoll. “That’s not the first time Cook tried to rape me,” Rocket whispered. “Thank you. Nobody sticks their neck out here. It’s a sucker play.” She hugged Babydoll. “Thank you.” Babydoll felt Rocket’s soft cheek dragged across her own and tasted the frightened girl’s salty tears. “Thank you.” Then she felt Rocket’s lips on hers. A kiss. And then she kissed Rocket back.