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... efore breaking apart, because someone still hadn’t said a word. All of us turned to look at Emmet. He scratched the back of his neck, his face full of pain.
"Who are you?" he whispered, stepping back and glancing at us nervously.
"Shit," Norman muttered, rushing toward him. Emmet bolted, running farther and farther away.
"Shit, shit, shit," Kaye hissed, sprinting after them. Then he stopped suddenly, turned, and ran back to me. He cupped my face in his hands.
"I n ...
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