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What a mistake this turned out to be.
“Uh Keira, it looks like your bug problem’s gotten worse,” Frank’s voice called out, “You might want to see this.”
There was an edge in his voice; hurriedly she crammed clothes inside a bag and shoved in a toothbrush, and then raced toward him. Half-zippered duffle bag slung over her shoulder, Keira stepped into the kitchen, “What?”
Frank nodded at the basement door.
A steady stream of bugs crawled out from beneath it; hard shells flattening momentarily as they scrambled through the crack at the bottom of the door; soon emerging by the hundreds. A wave of insects swept across the linoleum; maroon shells caught the fading daylight, antenna rose, pointing toward her; steady buzz filled the air....
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