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... harder.
"Aubrey...?"
Her voice shook in a way she didn’t recognize. It sounded smaller than she felt. Like it didn’t belong to her.
Her eyes dropped to the gunshot wound. The blood pooling beneath Aubrey’s side spread slow, thick, too much.
Her pulse stuttered.
"Aubrey. Aubrey you can’t do this to me—!"
She grabbed her shoulders and shook her, panic taking over, fingers slipping against blood and fabric.
Nothing.
No reaction.
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