[Continued from
here.]I might be starting to sober up at this point, but I can't really tell. My heart feels like it's close to practically beating straight out of my chest, but my hands aren't warm to the touch. I can tell they're as cold as ice against his, as his practically envelopes mine despite the fact that our fingers are tangled. I look
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"Yeah," I say, a little startled by the sight of the treehouse. I know those exist around here, but I never expect them. It doesn't matter either way, though, I'd be happy out here if that's what it took. If she likes the look of the treehouse, that's where we're going. Cutting across the grass, I nod. "Yeah, that'll work. You don't think there's anyone in there, do you?"
It's hard to tell around here. There's only one way to figure it out, and it requires me to figure out where they're hiding the ladder first.
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