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... e bed, lying down and reveling in the softness of the mattress. Back at the pack, our beds were not soft and we were all crammed into a small room. No one really cared about our living conditions. Whether we slept or not was none of their business.
"Bethany, start talking." I sternly spoke. I have never spoken to Bethany like that before but there was a first time for everything and right now my life hung on the balance of her every word.
She sat up. "Jax wants you to come back. ...
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