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“I took a picture of Sarah,” you tell Jason. “She was out by the water barrel.” “Give me the film,” he says. “I’ll send it on the bus. The prints will be back tomorrow.” That night after a silent dinner, you try to apologize to Jason for snooping in his manuscript. And you try to convince him again that you’re not making up the story about Sarah and Ben. “We’ll discuss it when your pictures come back,” he growls. The next afternoon Jason goes to pick up the pictures. When he gets back the looks angry. “There’s no girl in these photos!” He snaps, handing you the prints. “This isn’t possible!” you say as you stare at the picture of the charmed ruins of the cabin. “The cabin wasn’t burned out! And Sarah was right there by the barrel. She gave me a drink before I left.” Jason looks at you in alarm. “NO,” he says. “Oh, No!” He puts his hand on your forehead. “Come with me! We’re going to town immediately. You may need medical care!” “I’m not sick!” you protest. But Jason refuses to listen. Your ride to town is less than fun on the back of the dirt bike. By the time Jason pulls into the driveway of the small hospital, you do feel sick. Jason puts a supporting arm around you and walks you into the emergency room. He speaks so quietly to the nuse on duty that you cant hear what he’s saying.



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