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” Sheila snarled. ‘All right, Trodger. Am I so forgettable?” He strode down the hall as she ran to catch up with him past lockers someone had painted an abysmal shade of gray blue. Her white shirt was mired with a central bloodstain, his pants caked with mud. We smirk, and we’re a bit—furtive. “I’m sorry! Mary! Are you hurt?” “No. The others hurried to the window. ” “I knew it,” Ennison exclaimed.
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