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... ng a vital organ. That is- if I make it at all.
"Where do I run to?" I turned to Charley who was seated on the floor next to Imelda’s bed, clutching his wounded stomach.
"You should have thought of that before you pushed the knife deep-"
"Only because you asked me to!" I spat in defense.
Charley groaned presumably not having much strength to throw a fist at me about who said this and who didn’t.
"Will she be alright?"
I was a bit concerned. I had j ...
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