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Finally,
I locate the study room—It's the source
of the fire.The shelves are on fire.
(Everything inside actually.)
It's now a factory
producing smoke.My skin melts.
Hands haul me
upright.Away.
Tammie!
The siren screams at me.
I fight.
(I don't realise I've collapsed.)
I kick another canvas-clad nurse.
My wet towel is gone.She's still in the studio.
I struggle,
fighting this canvas-cladnurse.
She hasn't escaped!
I'm being dragged once more.
I'm screaming again.He can't hear me.
I writhe and kick.
My nails
sink into the canvas.My fingers bleed
but I rip at it.
The siren
screeches
like I do.Tammie!
Let me go!
Tammie!
Both of us
fall,I'm on top—
His hands release me
to break his falland I'm gone.
Stumbling into walls,
crawling past the heat.Something explodes
but I only hear
the siren get louder,and then
I'm thrown
forwardin the direction of Tammie.
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