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It’s slowly that her had reaches out, taking a delicate hold of this discarded billfold--only after ages of thought that weighed her to a visible extent. Camille doesn’t notice any eyes on her, her own are consumed, and locked in tunnel vision while she opened the thing to finger quietly through its contents. A sigh, and a close-eyed gaze to the ceiling stopped her counting. She’d gotten to well over four-hundred, and that was only a half of the cash inside. There were cards in it as well, and who was to know how much money was on them.
Dilemma bit her lips, Christian conscious shook her head, but she still cradled the thing to her stomach, trying to find some answer  of what to do tucked within the sea of grey that separated her morals and her circumstance.
