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Fumbling his keys

John’s heart pounded. He grabbed his jacket and rushed toward the front door. “Okay, okay. I’m leaving,” he muttered, fumbling with his keys. His hands trembled slightly. “Where do I even go?” Mark didn’t hesitate. “Just get outside. Get in your car. Stay somewhere safe until animal control gets there.” John’s thoughts raced, but he knew Mark was right.
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