Prim swore aloud, then leaned back from the computer. She'd either
have to run, or be taken in, and she wasn't too eager to get
arrested. Sitting up and grabbing her backpack which contained some
food, a laptop and cord, her phone, and a coat, she left, being
careful to look out for police. Thank the
gods she wasn't
one of the most recognizable lawbreakers when not online. One of
the perks of not leaving the house much.
i eat kids