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... itant. Then, suddenly, his grip tightens, and his well-built frame crashes into me, squeezing me with a force that nearly cracks my ribs.
I cough, peering over his shoulder.
The blue light of the sun glows in the distance.
My eyes sting. Red bleeds into my vision.
Tears slip free, mixing with the blood on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry," I whisper.
He doesn't answer. He simply pats my back—gentle, reassuring.
I'm the older one, yet he's always be ...
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