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42 Marilyn was asleep when the door burst open and Tracie thundered inside. She stirred and muttered incoherently, “Trace? That you?” “Yeah,” she said, out of breath. Together they appeared in the doorway and Marilyn watched as Tracie helped Kyle into a sitting position. “Don’t move,” she told him. “Hon, what’s wrong?” Marilyn said, suddenly wide awake. Tracie stepped over her and hurried into the bathroom, pulling open the cupboard doors and sifting through the bottles and packets on the shelf. “He got bit. They’re everywhere out there. I dunno how, we were quick and lifting our feet and he got bit!” “What?” "The spiders," Tracie said. "Those little bastards. You were right, I think people did get bitten by something and it's them. Now they’re everywhere. We're all right in here bu
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