Wendy's Monologue

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Wendy needs him. Looking around, everywhere, for many thousands of square miles, the trees were all one thing, like a massive river, green and blue-green colors everywhere blending, always and the same scene in every direction. He could see in the foreground the fog moved in low, swirling and twisting towards Wendy at an alarming rate. She seemed not to notice it. Just fleeting seconds had passed when she screamed a second time. This scream was different from the first one. This one had a full blown terror sound to it, much more worse than the first one she produced a few minutes before. Pushing off the car and bolting forward like a race track dog who’s starting box gates have swung upward to open, hence releasing the dogs. And there it
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