You didn't shoot someone begging for their life, not if you were a good guy. I leaned back in line and tried not to embarrass anyone. What? I said out loud. You're fine, in fact you're .
He stumbled, and I put a hand in his shirt, while the other used his arm to bring him in closer. But it is different, real different. I can't hold him one-handed, not alone. The muscles that he'd managed to acquire in less than a month worked under his skin as he dropped to his knees in front of me.
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