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Smoke curled from the fiery wall, gagging Abby, as billowing fumes and her own tears blinded her. Along that wall was her closetand the door into the hallway. She could not get out! |
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"Mike!" She realized he couldn't hear herwith his ears. "Please, Mike," she whispered, her throat aching. ''Help me." |
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But she knew how unreliable her special powers could be. Worse, she had no idea of the fire's source. Mike might already be injuredor dead. |
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That could not be! She had to save herself . . . to save him. |
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Struggling to free herself from her bedclothes, she leapt out of bed away from the fire. All along the wall near the door, flames crackled and roared, licking out like tongues of a myriad frenzied serpents. She had to escape, but how? |
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The window! In her bare feet, she rushed toward it, throwing it open and gasping as she in- |
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