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Maggie I’ve got to get to Maggie

I hurry to the end of the locker room and scoot out the door that leads to the hallway, then skittle across the hall and through an entrance to the outside It’s freezing and I’m barefoot, but so far, no one has seento the back wall and slip through a door that opens right under the bleachers I creep under the tangle of legs and grab Maggie’s foot She jumps and looks around

“Mags,” I hiss

“Carrie?” she says, peering down through the slats “What are you doing here? And where are your clothes?”

“Give me your coat,” I implore

“Why?”

“Maggie, please”

I tug her coat off the seat next to her “Don’t ask Meet me in the locker room and I’ll explain”

I grab the coat and make a run for it

“Carrie?” she says, a few h the empty locker room

“Over here” I’ ym shorts, a dirty sock, and a yellow bandanna “Donna LaDonna tookup

Maggie’s eyes narrow “How do you know?”

“Cos” I wrap her coat around my shoulders I’m still cold from my run outside “Who else would do it?”

She plops down on a bench “This has to stop”

“Tell me about it”