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said slowly, “would have killed me faster.”
A chill ran through me.
I felt it all the way down to my fingertips.
He reached under his pillow with one hand and pulled out a folded stack of papers. The movement was slow, careful, but deliberate.
He held them out to me.
“Take them.”
I hesitated before reaching forward, my fingers brushing against his as I took continue reading …
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