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... ely for me, my arms were chained up so high that my knees couldn’t actually reach the ground. So, instead of my lower body being able to take some of my weight, everything rested on my shoulders.
The story of my life, really.
"Thank you, Ghost," purred Brittney, her footsteps nowhere near as soft as Ghost’s had been. "You better get back upstairs before you are missed."
"I’m not worried about me being missed," replied Ghost, his tone polite as if speaking to his boss. "I’ ...
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