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except that Colle was all around her, protecting her so nothing could happen. He was shouting something to

ling the throbbing pain, and my fingers came away wet with blood. My hands trembled, and I finally began t

in his right hand a Colt 9 millimeter, his eyes were sc

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ation hit me. I couldn't lose him. I loved him. And if everything went wrong, I would

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