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... tioning.
Running.
The kind of running where your lungs burn, your legs scream, and your brain is too busy listing regrets to bother asking questions.
Kent was slung over my shoulders like a sack of potatoes.
A very heavy, steel-skinned sack of potatoes.
Each of his breaths came out in a low, wet rasp against the back of my neck, his arms hanging limp, legs bouncing awkwardly against my ribs with every stride. If he’d been conscious, he would’ve complained ...
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