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jersey balled up in my fist. He was already p

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apped her hands toge

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at me. Three pairs of

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a snarl. She crossed the r

snapped to the side. The st

a buzzkill, Chloe.

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back seat, wedged between th

in the deep sand. We were stuck. Kevin kicked the tire and screamed about hi

pped. The silence of the desert

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enger side window,

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ice. I couldn't see anything out ther

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ng. I looked at m

s expression empty. "Do

. My fingers felt like

massive, starving mountain lion lunged into the car. Its cl

rd shove f

pure, cold calculation on her fac

the SUV and lande

lammed shut. T

UV's taillights speeding away, leavin

, no

smelle

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of the dryer fill

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as