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- He took a few steps back and shook Madelyn for emphasis. When her head stopped moving her eyes went from St. George up to Zzzap and back. “Kick his ***,” she wheezed. She didn’t need to breathe, but she still needed air to talk. “Don’t worry about…”
- Her mouth twisted up in frustration as she ran out of words.
- Excerpt From Ex-Isle, pg 333
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-isle/id989619017
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