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Naomi was running. She was running faster than she had ever run before. She felt the sweat dripping from her forehead and her heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. She had the backpack and was nervously looking over her shoulder, eyes darting every, which way, to see if anyone was following her. She was not quite sure if anyone had seen her, but she was not going to take any chances either. Her dirty, old runners were pounding the dirt and small rocks were flying everywhere. She stopped. Her labored breathing caught in her chest, which was heaving dramatically. She stood leaning on the large gum tree in front of her and just waited, slowing her breathing down and anticipating a chase. Naomi peered out from the tree, was anyone following her? Did anyone see her? Her eyes darting around, locking in on a man sweeping his driveway and a small dog chasing a young boy on his bike. Nobody seemed to be chasing her. Did she really just get away with that?
