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... his tongue.
He looked up, taken by surprise, but he didn’t answer. He stepped back in and traded back what he’d gotten.
The ring dissolved into impact. Fist on ribs. Elbow on shoulder. The meaty sound of forearm meeting forearm in blocks and attacks.
Their breathing roughened, less from exertion than from the effort to keep words out of it. They circled, crossed, and collided. Sand puffed up around their ankles in tired halos.
’Don’t stop,’ Noah told himself, the ...
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