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41 Kyle was hunkered low in the tall spinifex, just off the dirt track that led to the Wilton Tip, taking quick cursory glances through the chain-link fence surrounding the tip property. The rest of that time he spent warily inspecting his surroundings in case one of the spiders had decided to stalk up to them. Tracie was beside him, shaking slightly and doing the same. They had left Marilyn back at the house after a long half hour of careful consideration and debate, but in the end, it had been she who told them to go. “You both need to do something about this,” Marilyn had said. “You need to figure out what’s happening out there. No one’s going to come and help us now, not tonight.” Tracie had tried to call the authorities on her mother's ancient rotary phone earlier, but of course, t
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