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Sweet Hatred - Chapter 178: Shooting Games
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... engineered in hell and lubricated with the tears of orphans—"
A loud thump cut me off.
I turned just in time to see a tiny boy, maybe four years old, trip and fall right in front of us. His little cone of ice cream hit the pavement with a tragic splat, and he let out a sharp, wailing cry as he clutched his scraped knees.
"Oh no—" I shot up instantly, drink forgotten, and crouched beside him. "Hey, sweetheart, it’s okay, it’s okay—shhh, it’s just a scrape, I’ve got you, al ...
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