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Wendy's POV I called out loudly, “Daven, stop!” He stopped with his hand on the doorknob, about to go. He turned with his forehead wrinkled a bit. “What is it, Wendy?” I turned my head to the window, staring at the black car parked on the street. It was just sitting there, strange and scary, like a hunter waiting for its target. I didn't like it at all. Daven looked where I was staring with his eyes squinting at the car. For a moment, we both just stood there with our thoughts racing. Then, the engine roared to life. Before we could do anything, the black car took off quickly, kicking up dust and leaving a strange quiet behind. “Ugh Dame it!” Daven shouted while running out the door. He was quick but the car was already too far away. I went outside with him,. We stood on the porch, w
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