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Writing Prompt 43 - Chris Sarantopoulos
Jimmy glanced behind him and gnawed on his lip. The shouting was distant, but getting closer. “Are you going to will the wall go away by staring at it or something? It’s a dead-end. We’re trapped. Come on.” Ramona reached out, grabbed him, and shushed him. She traced the mortar between the bricks with…