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- “We’ll deal with it,” said St. George. He gritted his teeth and pulled out the fang. It was red and slick. More blood splattered out onto the floor. He dropped the fang in his pocket and squeezed his palm over the wound.
- …
- “Great,” muttered Franklin. He pushed up St. George’s sleeve.
- “Stow it, sergeant.”
- “Yes, sir.” He pulled some disinfectant from a pouch and wiped the blood away from the wound. It was a ragged hole the size of a dime. “Shouldn’t’ve pulled that tooth out,” he muttered.
- Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 535, 536
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-patriots/id585738393
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