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... cused on the girl before her with an astonished look.
The teenager was clutching Butler Song’s trouser leg like it was her last anchor to this world. Thin arms, knobby knees, her hair tangled like ivy. Her school uniform was wrinkled and three sizes too big, probably borrowed from a cousin who didn’t want it back. Her voice was hoarse from use, desperation scraped raw at the edges.
"I can do it!" she said, voice cracking. "Just pick me, please. I’ll protect the investor with my l ...
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