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cover off, rushed past the end of the bed and threw the blanket on the floor beneath the window. |
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So our feet won't get cut, Denise realized. |
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Kara dropped her light saber onto the blanket. She stepped to the broken window, unlocked it, and shoved up the lower sash. Some glass fell off, clattering when it hit the sill. |
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Denise got to her feet. She dropped back against the dresser. Her right leg felt rubbery, its muscles still trembling but no longer twitching out of control. |
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She hoped the leg would carry her to the window. |
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The door jumped, slamming the dresser against her back. She dug her heels into the carpet. This time, the door didn't rebound and crash shut. Buddy and Lou were giving it all they had. She heard them grunting with effort. She felt the dresser start to scoot on the carpet. |
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Twisting her head around, she saw the dim shapes of fingers clenching the edge of the door. She shoved herself upward, the dresser's rim digging into her back. Then she was high enough to get her right elbow over the top. With a flick of her wrist, she whacked her baton against the fingers. |
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Somebody yelped. The hand jerked out of sight and the door slammed shut. |
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Denise raced across the room. Ahead of her, Kara was shoving at the window screen. |
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