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Chapter 1

Their feet crunched across the patch of dry leaves. The tallest girl, Heather, slid her feet along the slick ground gathering the drying leaves across the top of her boots and then kicked them lazily into the air. The dogs and their father and younger brother were up ahead on the path. "I hate walking in, it's always so cold" said Bethany, munching on her Hershey bar. "I'd rather have something warmer to drink than this Mountain Dew" Heather said as she cupped the soda can with her coat sleeves, her pink finger tips sticking out of the cuffs. Tipping her head back she swallowed the last drips from the can and shoved it into her pocket next to the Hershey bar wrapper, she was a faster eater than her sister.

Every Sunday afternoon in early spring was the same. They'd eat a quick lunch after church, making a quick stop at the small country store by the river for Hershey bars and Mountain Dews and then head up to the cabin. It's not that they even went into the cabin, but they usually got close enough to see it.

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