Pale White

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My heart pounded as I sat in the car. My clammy hands gripped the edge of the seat.

I looked behind me out the back of the car.

But they weren't there.

I looked over to my sister whose knuckles had turned white from gripping the steering wheel.

"Do you think they saw us?" I asked her.

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