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, and for a moment, I don't ca

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ound, my body trembling. For a moment, I

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thing, then stands, brushing off

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into a smirk

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the hell

ampi

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I gasp, clutching my stomach

ys, his voice softer now

, doubling over

ve in my body is on fire. My screams t

closer now. He's kneeling beside me, his

my nails digging into

rops to a commanding tone. "You ca

vision blurs, the edges darkening, a

g through the haze. But it's too late. The