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	Comments on: My niece was staying with us when my husband suddenly shouted, run to the barn! I froze, not even understanding why, and blurted out the first thing that hit me. But she’s barefoot! He didn’t slow down. He grabbed my daughter’s hand and my niece’s hand and practically dragged us out the back door like the house was on fire. Auntie, my feet hurt… my niece cried, stumbling over gravel and dry weeds. Just bear with it, my husband hissed, voice tight with fear I’d never heard from him before. We sprinted through the dark and hid in the barn, pressed between cold wooden beams and the smell of hay. Then the front door opened, and a flashlight beam swept across the yard, slow and searching. My heart hammered so loud I was sure they could hear it. And then, our house…	</title>
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