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Jake

Jake woke to the buzzing of his phone, his dreams horrific, his night long and arduous. He reached over and pulled it to his ear, turning it on and realizing that it was only a text. Sitting up, he read his mother's prayer over him for safety, her loving words for his quick and easy arrival warming him. He checked the time and jumped up, his flight leaving in less than an hour. He'd never make it in time.

"Damn," he yelled and jumped up, throwing on jeans and a T-shirt and working fast to get his shoes on. He would have to drive like a bat out of hell. The house was clean as usual, so worrying about any last minute picking up wasn't a problem. He rushed around looking for his phone charger and cursing himself for not finding it the night before.

Resigning himself to having a dead battery on the phone for a few hours, he got in the truck and rushed to the airport, the closest one a few towns over. Good thing Maine was so small in comparison to Texas. In the Lone Star State there w
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