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The dresser wasn't much of a barricade. Too lightweight. The first smash of the door would've toppled it over if they hadn't been bracing it up. Had it been any heavier, though, she and Kara might not have been able to push it to the door in time. |
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She was glad they'd done it. At least the dresser put a little distance between her back and the doorand the two crazy bastards on the other side. |
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They hit it again. Hard. The dresser's top edge jammed against Denise's back, shoving her forward, bending her knees. A drawer slid out. It pounded her rump, hitting her would and sending a throb of pain down her right leg. She thrust her heels into the carpet. Wincing, she drove the dresser backward. |
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Her right leg started to jiggle. She grabbed her thigh and tried to hold it still. |
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'We can't keep this up,' she whispered. |
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'Look what I found,' Kara said. A tube of frosty light suddenly appeared in front of the girl. She waved it. The tube carved a twirl of brightness through the air. 'My Star Wars light sword,' she explained. |
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Some weapon, Denise thought. It looked like a cylinder of translucent plastic attached to a flashlight. But she was glad Kara had found it. Better than being in the dark. |
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'I wish it was a real laser sword like Luke Skywalker . . .' |
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'See what else you can find,' Tom gasped. |
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As Kara vanished into the closet with her light, the |
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