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47 “Trace, pull over.” But Tracie didn’t hear a word of it. She was doing almost a hundred and ten, her eyes flicking only to the rear-view mirror occasionally. In her heart she was certain that they were following, or at least the spider that Kyle had managed to shoot between the eyes, somehow alive despite having had half its scalp blown off before her very eyes. If such a thing that had happened that night was capable of occurring in the first place, wasn’t anything possible? She didn’t hear her mother saying her name from the back-seat; her mind was filled with too many racing thoughts. But at last, Marilyn screamed and she snapped out of her paranoid head-space and turned. “What?” she cried. “The boy!” That was when as she noticed Kyle out of the corner of her eye, slumped forwa
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