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John raced out of the building and frantically searched for the source that was crying out in terror.

Crying for help was a young girl ---possibly at the age of eighteen---  huddled up in a fetal position; blood smearing her shaking hands.

"Are you okay?!" John asked, crouching down to her level.

"No." the girl sniffled.

"I'm never okay."

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