Not wasting any time
With Max reattached to the leash, Jeff slung the sports bag over his shoulder. “Come on, boy,” he said. They made their way back toward the car, not wasting any time. The short walk felt much longer than before, each step accompanied by the uneasy feeling that someone might appear behind the trees at any moment. Finally, they reached the car, and Jeff tossed the bag onto the passenger seat.
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