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Her heart pounds. Her breath is short and shallow. She keeps a ferocious grip on the wheel and presses the gas all the way down. The tires spin with a slosh and she sees that she is looking up stream. The voices are beginning to speak, but now isn’t the right time. She can’t listen now. She has to get them across the creek.

“Mo-ther!” Dale yells.

“Mommy?” Louis is crying full steam now.

“Shut up and sit down, Dale!” Lara screams.

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