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The police asked where I was, but I didn't know. It was a long stretch of road, covered in snow, with no street sign. But I was near Oliver's house, which was on Hollow Lane.474Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡuht3GUWPod
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"Is your GPS on?" the woman on the other end of the phone asked. "We can track you that way."474Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPh8kR3XfMi
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I nod, but then realize she can't see me. "Yes," I say. "Please hurry."474Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡLbqo5ecH74
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I end the call, and look over at my car; it's a mangled mess of blue and crushed glass. But I'm not in it. I'm out here, deep in the snow, my hands on a dead body, hoping he's just hurt, but alive.474Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7bEF4DssC4
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But I know he's not.474Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2sN4MMCb2i
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He's gone, and it's all my fault.474Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbZPOeEtHv3
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It seems like hours before I hear the sirens.
