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- Freedom stood up and brushed himself off. Then he took three running steps forward and slammed his fist straight into George’s stomach. It was like hitting a tree trunk, but he’d already committed to his follow-through punch. His knuckles cracked against George’s jaw, but the smaller man’s head barely moved.
- He hadn’t even raised his hands to defend himself.
- Excerpt From Ex-Purgatory, pg 369
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-purgatory/id676938479
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