why not a back alley behind a five-star restaurant?” Titus argued.

“I don't think that's how that works,” Tess agreed. “And there’s probably bugs there, too. And rats.”

There was a crashing up ahead. Neither of them moved; they watched the forest carefully.

“Maybe it's a deer,” said Tess, suddenly realizing she was whispering.

“Those would be great last words, Flat-Chest.”

“No, it’s not an animal,” Titus said.

There was a rocky ridge ahead to the right. Titus stepped forward, motioning to the ridge with his hand.

She followed him, trying to hide her presence behind the trees and shadows like she always saw people do in the movies. Titus climbed up the ridge and squatted down,...

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