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Sarah didn’t know what to say. Another distant sound echoed overhead. The plane—or maybe another one—passed by. “We can’t stay here,” she said, tightening her grip on Jesse. He hesitated, then nodded. Together, they ran. Branches tore at their clothes, roots tripped them, but they didn’t stop.