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Justin spun around in alarm.
    â€œAndrea—hi!” he called.
    Andrea?
    Maggie squinted hard. Yes. It was Andrea.
    Is she spying on Justin and me? Maggie thought angrily.
    â€œWhere’s your camera? Do you want to take a picture?” Maggie demanded sarcastically.
    â€œHuh?” Andrea pretended not to understand.
    â€œHow long were you standing there?” Maggie snapped.
    Ignoring her sister’s anger, Andrea stepped into the room. “I just wanted to see if you had unpacked any socks,” she said. “I can’t find mine. See?” She held up one bare foot, wiggling her toes.
    She had painted her nails cherry red. She lifted her foot so high, she almost lost her balance.
    Maggie continued to glare at her. That was a lie, and Andrea knew it. Socks! But she stalked to her dresser.
    â€œI saw the home run you hit against Waynesbridge,” Andrea told Justin, coyly lowering her head, too shy to look at him.
    â€œWhat did you say?” Justin asked, distracted. “Oh, yeah, thanks.”
    Andrea was obviously stung. Maggie knew that being ignored by a guy like Justin was a million times more insulting than anything
she
could have said. “Here, catch,” Maggie said. She tossed Andrea a rolled-up pair of white socks.
    As soon as her sister left, Maggie closed the door.
    â€œWhat’s with her?” Justin asked.
    â€œShe hates me,” Maggie answered.
    â€œShe’s just jealous,” Justin said. He slipped his hands around Maggie’s waist, pulling her toward him.
    She stepped back. “You know, when I saw her standing there in the doorway, it reminded me of my dream again.”
    â€œYeah?” Justin reached for her again, but she moved away.
    She sat down in the chair, where he couldn’t get to her. Andrea had shaken her up and totally destroyed her romantic mood. She needed to talk.
    â€œJustin,” she said thoughtfully. “I know this sounds dumb. But I’ve never had a bad dream that scared me before. I can’t help thinking, what if the dream is a warning?”
    â€œWhat kind of warning?”
    She shrugged, feeling the same fright she had the night before. “I don’t know. Just a warning. A warning that something bad is going to happen.”
    â€œForget about it. Nothing bad is going to happen,” Justin assured her. “You’re just tense, Mags, because of moving and because—”
    He stopped in mid-sentence, his breath caught in his throat.
    His eyes went wide in sudden fright, his mouth hanging open. He grabbed his chest.
    â€œJustin?” Maggie cried shrilly.
    His hands went up to his throat. He uttered a hoarse choking sound and staggered toward her.
    Another choking sound. “Can’t—breathe—”
    Before Maggie could get to him, Justin had crumpled lifelessly to the floor.

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    M aggie stood over him. “Justin? Justin?”
    Then she gave him a little kick when she noticed his stomach moving up and down.
    â€œYou jerk!” she cried. “You scared me to death!”
    He grabbed her ankle and let out a high-pitched hyena laugh.
    â€œI didn’t believe you for a second!” Maggie exclaimed.
    â€œLiar!” he cried. “You fell for it! You nearly had a cow!”
    â€œYou’re not funny!” She nudged him again.
    A few seconds later they were laughing and wrestling playfully on the carpet. “Thanks for cheering me up!” Maggie cried.
    She pinned both his shoulders to the floor, then jumped to her feet, cheering victoriously.
    â€œGive me a break! How about two out of three?” Justin demanded.
    Dawn Rodgers slipped her long, tanned arms through the straps of her black Speedo racing suit and flicked the material into position. “Okay, everybody, ready to take a lesson?” she called.
    Dawn whooped out a war cry. The cry echoed off the walls of the half-empty locker room.
    â€œPlease spare us, Dawn,” Tiffany