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"Help us!" I screarew red and stung

Her chanting grew louder and louder as I raised my own voice to scream for help, and then I had to juh the small space between the bottoh

"Stop it!" I shouted "Stop doing this Help us You'll be in big trouble if you don't Our parents knohere we art They're going to co to bluff theht "Help us! Please! Harley's not well He has trouble breathing He could die!"

The chanting stopped and theI held my breath hopefully, but minutes went by and still the door was not opened I closed my hand and pounded on it and cajoled and pleaded until rew hoarse Then I retreated to our roo Harley one down but I put a cold wet cloth over his forehead anyway He looked so sick, his skin turning the color of old newspaper

The cuckoo clock ticked on Feeling exhausted le and the tension I lowered my head to the bed and closed htat me It became more and more vivid until I ith a cry

Harley's eyes ide open He had put his hand on et me to wake too

"Harley, how do you feel?"

"Hurts," he said

"What hurts?"

"Every muscle in my body aches My throat is very dry, too

I' up"

"Ill get you some water," I said and hurried to do so

Why were his ive hiht,

He drank it slowly, but I could see that even sas painful

"Thanks," he said and closed his eyes,