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... lazily on the cushioned recliner, one arm draped over the side, watching Kathrine absolutely obliterate the punching bag in front of her. The bag swung violently back and forth, its printed face—unfortunately resembling Roseline—taking hit after merciless hit.
"You didn’t even spare the nose," he added with a wince. "That thing had a family."
Kathrine ignored him.
Her fist connected with a loud thud, followed by a sharp exhale that sounded more like a growl than a breath ...
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