Then she grabbed her sister by the wrist and ran. “Brenda,” Amanda said. Her voice was hoarse, but the sound of her name from Amanda’s mouth made Brenda weak. “I got out,” she said. “He gets stuck if he looks in the mirror. Days, weeks. He can’t look away. He cries. I got out.” “Okay,” Brenda said, her mind close to caving in. “Okay. Run.”
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