“Hurry!” Kimberly yelled. “Okay, Okay, I . . .” But what did she have? “I have clothes. At my tent. I can make something out of vines. I can—” “Don’t go. Please don’t go.” “Where’s Amanda?” “Please don’t go.” “Do you know Amanda? My sister—” “She . . . she’s gone,” Kimberly said.
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