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Aside from feeling too hot, the smoke smells oily and like something is consuming. He just puts on his legs and climbs out the window, his trick and mine getting rough and dry. I quickly turned off the Jeep, pulling up to one of the houses around us, and we both hurried out.

I circle the vehicle in my hacking assault to reach Justoedith, who has jumped onto the catwalk and is leaning forward with her hands on her knees and her really wet hair sticking to her face.

"Honey, are you okay?" I ask, feeling my throat scratchy and a little sore.

"As a matter of fact, I am," he tells me, his voice coming out rough, before hacking a bit more and coming out on top of me.

I sit up and pivot to the trunk of the Jeep, where I grab my stash of tools, then at that point walk to the front and drop the bin onto the tarmac for the option of opening the hood. The metal is hot, practically consuming, but it doesn't scare me. A tremendous haze of hot smoke is delivered, dissipating out of sight when it ge