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"Hattie!" a voice screamed in the darkness, jolting me out of my thoughts. "'Attie LaRue! You get your sweet ass over to me, ya 'ear? Don't you make me comma find you. I promise you; ya won't be liking the consequences if I do."
The stairs above me shook under his weight as he came down them. Dust lightly rained down on me as the old wooden stairs protested each movement. My heart seemed to beat in time with each heavy footstep, sinking down into my stomach as he finally ...
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