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The night sky was alive with the flame, and Andy was afraid. He didn't know it would go so far up, and his parents had surely seen from their house two blocks away. He had been warned, and now he had to run. He didn't want to go through that punishment again.
All Kevin could think about in the water, drowning in the main set assigned by his Nazi-esque coach, was the chocolate he could get after practice. Oh, the chocolate. Swimming doesn't matter so much today, Kevin thought.
Alex felt like a coward walking up to Christie after all this time. He should have apologized earlier, he kept telling himself. Sweat ran in tiny beads down his back.
Jess stumbled into the streetside shop and was hit by a huge scent. "Huge" is not a word she would generally use for a smell, but it worked here. She nearly fell over again as she walked in further, more and more curious with every footstep.
The alarm rang in Jimmy's ears, loud as a firehorn. The helicopter was spinning towards earth with velocities he did not know possible, and Andy already lay dead in the next seat. He couldn't help but think: is this really the end of it all? Somalia had never before seemed so grim.
Carly opened the cabinet and exhumed the bottle of pills from the back. Bottle, not container. That's how ancient these ones were. She couldn't believe she had to resort to this again. "Not this time," she had told herself. Not this time.
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