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I thought about it and had to agree. He shook his head. The blood had been dry by the time I saw it. His thigh was lush and smooth-skinned, and firm with muscle.

If I had to run for it, I wanted to hit the door, not the wall. But for God's sake, stop thinking about the worst things that ever happened to you, because I don't want to see the worst that I remember. he parking lot and execute him? What kind of person would I be to simply stand by and let that happen? Shit, I thought. I'd forgotten about my wrist again.