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Unformatted text preview: She pulled him back from the window. The tree house was spinning. Faster and faster. Jack squeezed his eyes shut. He held onto Annie. Then everything was still. Absolutely still. Jack opened his eyes. Sunlight slanted through the window. There was Annie. The books. His backpack. The tree house was still high up in an oak tree. But it wasn t the same oak tree....
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- Fall '08