[h2][color=1a7b30]Jaime Cross[/color][/h2]

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Jaime's legs ached as she approached her destination. At first, getting on her feet after several hours on various buses seemed like a welcome change, but after walking all the way to the outskirts of the city, all she wanted to do was sit down. Flies buzzed around her head, not fazed by her attempts to wave them away.
Standing in front of the entrance to the orphanage, she took a long drag from her cigarette before putting it out.
She knocked on the door, hoping things would work out here.