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[Her heartbeat was roaring in her ears. Each minute she was here.... She didn't want to think about that. He leaned in and she tightened her grip on her switchblade.
All she had to do was aim it for his throat or his eye. But then he started talking. She wasn't in Colorado? Joel wasn't there? He let her go and she didn't move. Her chin trembled for a moment and she looked around them.] He's not here? [Her voice was small, soft, showing her age. How young she really was.]