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turn around to

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car door,

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why I congratulated you. Y

her mouth to retort, but the

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it was true. I saw the headlights blind

Marcus

look at me

ground, shielding her body with his own, an

standing

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of my sedan, sending metal

. I hit the asphalt hard. My head cracked against the gr

of jagged metal sliced through the

spun. My

d Izzy frantically, running his hands over her fac

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men in dark suits I didn't rec

ring over my injuries, tears streaming down her

ressed a cloth to my head with professional precision. "

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only a cough came ou

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himper. "Marcus, my ankle

eding and broken. Then he looked

her up in his arms and carried

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said, and

apped. The final thread of obligati

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the biggest mistake of his