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He scuttled furiously from beneath the undergrowth, pausing every few seconds to catch his breath. He wasn’t sure if he had enough time.
Jill climbed the dusty, rotting steps, and her upper half disappeared into the gloom.“Be careful,” I called. “Mama says that if you touch the insulation, you’ll be itchy for the rest of your life!