Emily Johnson

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I hear the bomb falling too late. Did I think it was my heart, that whistling sound, or my breathing? Everything explodes at once: the train, the tree beside me, a truck off to the side of the road. I see Sasha and Anya for a split second and then they are in the air, flying sideways with fire behind them. . . .
Winter Garden
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