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The driver seemed nice enough and her feet needed the break from the past week of walking, but she regretted it the moment she got in the car. He kept eyeing her bare legs, crossed and leaning toward the passenger door. Her stomach felt sick and she insisted he let her out. Again, she was standing alone on the road, watching the car leave her behind. Then the sky lit up. The electricity came from above, blowing the boots right off her feet.

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