“What are you doing?” a pleasant, distinctly female voice sounded from right behind him.
Mike’s nerves, already shredded by the past few days, snapped. He let out an embarrassingly high-pitched shriek and leaped forward, away from the sound, the words not yet registering. Flushed with shame, he turned, stuttering, “Sorry about tha—” before shrieking again and stumbling backward onto the forest floor. In his panic, his fight-or-flight instincts
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