More than a breeze

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At first she thought it was the breeze, but then the bag gave a soft twitch. She reached out slowly, fingers brushing the plastic, and that’s when she heard a tiny scratching sound.
Her hand stopped mid-air. A second later, a sharp, high-pitched screech cut through the silence, and she drew back in alarm. “Something is alive in there.”
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