There came a noise at the back door, a click. Pretty stirred in the other room, her breathing had changed.
Whispering, "I can hear someone at my back door."
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"I heard them in the back yard a few minutes ago, so I got dressed."
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"Yes, I can stay on the line."
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"Please hurry, the door is opening."
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"Yes, I'm hiding behind the bed."
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"OK, I won't talk unless I need to."
The only sound in the house was footsteps in the hall, then in the living room. Grunter was pawing in the box.
Red and blue flashed through the window.
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