“Don’t touch that,” Hannah yelled and slapped Liz’s hand.

The harmonica fell to the ground.

Hannah picked it up and dusted it off gingerly, almost caressing it. She glared at Liz. “Don’t you ever, EVER, touch it again.”

“What’s the big deal with your stupid harmonica anyway?”

The big deal is that I just saved you life, Hannah thought. One wrong note and the harmonica would have seared your flesh.

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