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When I fled from Lamu

My thigh was shaking as I pressed the accelerator. Truth be told, I was very, very scared. Next to me in the co-driver seat of The Growler, as my friends refer to my Subaru Forester,  was Mutua a young Red Cross volunteer who was also fleeing from Lamu. Flee.

When I fled from Lamu

Ann's Last Ride on Earth

 The first scream was loud and piercing. It caught my attention. My fingers paused typing and remained suspended above my laptop’s keyboard. The second scream was even louder.

Ann's Last Ride on Earth

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