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... what she felt? I look at Lola, a cold knot tightening in my stomach.
This kid’s intuition is terrifying.
Whatever is prowling around us isn’t just another mindless beast.
This is getting complicated.
If we get pinned down in a pointless firefight here, saving the silent girl is going to jump from "tactical suicide" to a statistical impossibility.
"Lola, stick close to me," I say, the urgency bleeding into my tone, killing any trace of my earlier sarcasm. ...
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