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hands were dusky gray. Her white socks almost seemed to glow. |
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'They'll see us, too,' she said. |
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Tom squatted down. Denise and Kara did the same. |
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'Where the hell are they?' he muttered. |
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'They're being sneaky. They think we've got guns, remember?' |
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'I sure wish we did,' Kara whispered. 'Wouldn't it be neat if you could wish for something and make it come . . .?' |
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'Shhhh,' Denise warned her. |
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From off in the distance beyond the living room came the sound of a thud. Someone muttered, 'Shit!' |
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'Stay with Kara,' Denise muttered. |
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'Shhhh.' She lowered her spear to the floor, shifted the knife to her right hand, and crawled toward the living room. |
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I'm out of my gourd, she thought. She struggled to stop breathing so loudly. Her heart wanted to pound the air from her lungs. She felt as if she might wet her pants. But she kept moving. |
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Away from the front door. Away from Tom and Kara. Closer to the three unseen intruders who'd come here to kill them all. |
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She sank to her belly and squirmed forward. She passed an end table. Made her way into the narrow gap between the coffee table and the front of the sofa. Through it and past the other end table. Across an area of open floor to the front of an easy chair close to |
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