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Jaime lost track of how long he watched the road they left behind. The sacks of
clothes closed in on him like when he and his cousins used to sandwich them-
selves in couch cushions. His face peered out from the middle of the sacks like a
micoleon, the slinky, long-tailed, long-tongued mammals that inhabited the forests
on the outskirts of his village. For a while he recognized landmarksa village
where distant cousins lived, the tree under which he got carsick, the road that led
to the beach where he and Tomas shared that suriset. Then one dark village began
to look like another until he was sure he'd never been this far from home before.
It's all your fault, Miguel you were so here, we would still be at home. The
thought entered his mind before Jaime could stop ít Miguel wasn't to blame. Not
when held died fighting But if Miguel had just given in and joined the Alphas
Jaime shook his head to stop his mind from playing games with him in Miguel had
given in. Jaime would never have forgiven him for that. It would have been a be,
trayal to him, and the family few things were worse! As much as he hated leaving
home, he'd have to be brave, like Miguel
After miles and m les of pothole filled roads with no streetlichts, Pancho pulled
onto the highway. The wind rushed against laimes ears, and the headlights from
the few cars on the road blindec him
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