old her I'd do anything

on flowing easily over the sound of my fists hitting the cellar door. Th

t dismissively after an hour. "A l

bar. I was trying to pry the thick door open when my ph

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ering on the floor. The air left my l

ocked in a dark basement

ar and attacked the door frame, splintering the wood, not caring

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called out, my

the light. An

f the many Chloe' s family sent that she never touched. A fancy trail mix,

en, their lips blue. T

ergy. It was severe. We had EpiPens everywhere-in the kitche

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my arms, and ran. I ran past Chloe and Leo, who w

ur problem, Ethan?"

e door, to the car, fumbling with the keys, my world c