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1 Night Later:

Lillie laughing in the back seat.  Me taking the steering wheel just as Riley stomps the gas.  The screeching of tires.  A scream from Lillie.  A clear picture of pine trees just before our stomachs drop.  Riley taking my hand.  His face distorted in fear.  A kiss.

Fire.  Smoke and burning.  A scream from Lillie.  Pain in my right arm.  Riley's lifeless eyes looking into mine.  A hand holding mine.  Sun.  Clouds.  Wind.  Sirens.

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