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We stood together at the side of the road with our bikes at our sides. Deep in the forest, shafts of evening sunlight formed a brilliant path.
"Let's go!" Zoe said. "We need to follow it!"
"We need to go home."
The path scared me. There were bugs and coyotes and poison ivy in the forest. What if we couldn't come back? We argued until the light shifted and the golden path disappeared. Zoe never forgave me.
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