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... rumbled, bumping the back of his head against the wall while slumped on the floor. His arms rested over his bent knees, his hair slightly disheveled from trying and failing.
He and Atlas had done their best in breaking the wall. They specifically focused on where they heard the hollow knock, thinking it was the weak spot. But nothing. Even that was all futile.
"And definitely..." Dean slid his eyes to where Atlas was, huffing. "...I never—not even in my wildest imagination—would ...
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