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CH A P T E R 71 — Blair.
“Come on, come on, come on. Why aren’t you working with me?” I kept my voice low, but because of the confined space of the cave, it came out sounding much louder than it originally had been. I nearly sunk onto the floor, losing my balance when the fire—the one that I had desperately been trying to coax to life—lit up a few inches away from my face. I had no idea how late it was, but what I did know, was that it had taken an unusually long time for me to start the fire—and it had taken me even longer to get here. I believe that the latter of the two had been caused by the fact that I had been waiting—hoping against hope—for Matthew to come after me. I still didn’t understand why he had said what he had said—or how it was even possible. Nothing was making sense. It seemed as if I was b
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