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April Dancer was trying to make conversation in order to keep her wounded partner distracted and from slipping into unconsciousness.
It was Christmas Eve and she had only one wish, and it was for Mark Slate to survive.
She looked up at the sky, seeing a star shining brighter than the others and thought, no... hoped it was the Star of Bethlehem.
He didn’t answer her question at first, making April more apprehensive. She was afraid she was going to lose him.
“Mark?”
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