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"Come on!" Mike yelled, scrambling up the slopebut Abby wasn't following quickly enough. Not that she wasn't trying; with a look of terror in her eyes, she propelled herself forward. Her hand was no longer in his, and she held her skirt off the ground, but her progress was much too slow. The water already swirled about her feet and rose with a speed Mike would not have thought possible. |
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Half running, half sliding in a frantic rush, he careened back down the slope to her. He grabbed her skirt at the waist and ripped it off. He could not hear the fabric tear, for the roar of the water was everywhere, punctuated by angry crashes of thunder. Lightning flashed all around, bare seconds before the thunderclaps; Mike and Abby were in the center of the storm. The light revealed that she was still wearing a long, frilly thing resembling pants. He prayed that the light- |
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