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... ? Death? Solitary confinement? A game worse than the others? Whatever it was, it wasn’t worth it.
But still, if he touched her again, I wasn’t sure I’d care about the consequences.
Carter was sitting on his bed with his head down. His hands were shaking. He looked defeated, like the little bit of hope he’d built had just been smashed out of him.
I got up and walked toward him.
"Hey," I said, crouching beside his bed.
He didn’t look at me at first. Just let ...
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