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... dn’t think straight. He stopped mid-sentence, his fist clenched tightly on the coffee coloured old lectern, causing it to crack, gazing intently at her.
Why do you keep smiling at that punk? His mind swirled in a sickening haze.
As he shifted his attention to Luke, then to Luke’s elbow on the desk, which was slightly resting on Rhea.
"Ha!" He chuckled loudly, turning his sight from them towards the entrance, then to his tablet.
I pray I don’t kill that boy before ...
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