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Crossing through the borders, the overspeeding car began to overheat, underneath the scutching sun of the Sahara desert.

The window next to the driver's seat fell open and the sweet smell of roses and sunflowers filled her nostrils, her eyes narrowed in a manner almost too dramatic or maybe considered too sensual to stare at an unconscious woman, who sat with her head falling to the side.

The overspending car began to slow its pace as it met a shabby house in the middle of nowhere.

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My eyes were burning from the heat, I took a deep breath almost in an attempt to steal as much air as was available.

"Are we there yet?." Genevieve asked me with her eyes half open, I couldn't help but chuckle at how innocent her closed-up face was.

She stared at me with childish wonder lingering in her eyes, I could feel the butterflies in my stomach begin to break loose from their cages. I took a deep breath and nodded as a reply to her question.