" Hey , Clay ? ", A voice called out .A tap on her shoulders ." Clay Honey ? ", The voice called out again , sounding impatient .Another tap , this one harder and leaving a sting ." Come on hun , do not dare die on me ! You need CPR? Mouth to mouth recuperation ? ", The voice yelled , sounding more and more familiar .This time she hit her so hard that Clay groaned aloud and pushed June off of her .She lost her footing and fell on her ass , groaning and turning to glare at Clay ." I am not dying , just sleepy .And it is called resuscitation not recuperation ", she corrected her ." Well , I am eighteen ", She argued .She said it like she ought to be pardoned because she was eighteen , if they were in another reality , Clay would be telling her that her sister had known words like that since she was four .Clay sat up , there was smoke from up ahead where the men had been camping out .Shit ! The journal .Clay scrambled to her feet and took off , she could hear June behind her
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