[She pulled back and rubbed her breast as the cart careened down the alleyway, keeping her eyes closed. Bob was finally starting to slow down, gradually.]
Close your eyes. Breathe. I think... I think they're gone. Nobody's throwing fireballs now, or whatever that was.
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[She pulled back and rubbed her breast as the cart careened down the alleyway, keeping her eyes closed. Bob was finally starting to slow down, gradually.]
Close your eyes. Breathe. I think... I think they're gone. Nobody's throwing fireballs now, or whatever that was.