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Keltie and Claire rolled across the floor wrestling.
Keltie’s heart raced.
Her best friend was trying to kill her. Claire’s grip was stronger than Keltie ever remembered it. For such a thin woman, she had the grip of an ape.
“Stop!” Keltie cried.
She hoped, deep down, that Claire would listen, that she would stop. But Claire grinned evilly, pulling at Keltie’s hair.
They struck a table, and a potted flower fell on Keltie’s head. Claire rolled on top of her, squeezing at the throat.
Keltie choked, kicked Claire, and then pulled at the chevron necklace hanging around her neck.
Claire loosened her grip; Keltie rolled away and threw the necklace in Claire’s face.
Claire swatted it away and the necklace sparkled as it dropped into the white vortex, gone forever.
Keltie jumped out o
