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Show 12-4 had a wonderful time, running through the shadows, hiding under porches and behind tall bushes, standing in the darkness shaking with the absolute terror that whoever was "it" would find us. Maybe this was the last summer we would play this game. Maybe next summer we would find older things to do, more serious and right for people our age. I was glad when I finally reached Emily's house and even gladder when she answered my call with her own whistle and told me that Darcy was there and that they both would love to come out into the night to play. |