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got mad at you because he came over and got all dirty like that?' |
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'I doubt it. Maybe the rain's toxic or something, I don't know.' |
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Kara's red face contorted and her chin began to tremble. 'Well, Denise . . .' Tears came to her eyes. 'You've got it on you.' |
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Denise looked down. Below her white bra, her skin was smeared dark gray from the umbrella. She also noticed a red mark left by the steel tip. Though the dull point hadn't broken her skin, the mark felt hot. She rubbed it gently. |
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Raising her eyes, she saw Kara weeping silently, her face flushed and tears running down her cheeks. |
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'Don't worry, OK? I feel fine. Just a little beat up. But I don't feel weird or poisoned or anything.' |
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'Yeah.' She straightened her shirt and pulled it shut. All the buttons were gone except for one just below her throat, which hadn't been fastened. With shaky hands, she pushed that one into its hole. |
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'Maybe you'd better wash,' Kara said. 'You know? Just in case . . .' |
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'Can you find something we can use to tie him up? Rope or something?' |
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Nodding, Kara wiped a sleeve across her wet face. |
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Kara handed her weapon to Denise, then hurried away. |
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