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... him, furrowing his brow, but reached out to take one anyway.
"What are you grabbing at?" Hunter slapped Kant’s hand away. "Stabbed men don’t drink."
"Then why take out two?"
Hunter popped open a can, smirking. "Both are mine."
Kant leaned back in the chair, watching him chug the beer.
It had been about two weeks since he’d been crashing at Hunter’s place. The wound was healing alright, mainly a dull throb, occasionally a sharp pain. Not much to complain ab ...
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