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... rip over your own feet at exactly the right moment."
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I stumbled forward.
My foot caught on what might have been a stone or possibly just air. I wasn’t certain, and I committed to the uncertainty. My body lurched in a graceless sprawl that I barely corrected, windmilling my arms for balance like a drunk stork in a hurricane.
The motion carried me directly between Vance and Rhys.
Whatever tension had been building between them shattered like glass.
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