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the room, laugh

had a shadow in them lately,

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urned to i

bush. The one that threw me

x said, and I could hear the smirk. "Thinks

flat. "Still wakes up screaming so

illed me. No.

specially after she saw Amy' s face when I told her those bikers

one my dad built, my leg

nge note in his voice I couldn' t place. "S

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pressed my hand to my

words were a

ink we' re their saviors. They' re ours, bo

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