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- The ex’s grin faded. “Don’t you tell me what I can’t do. If I wanted, every dead thing for three miles would pick up a rock and beat their own skulls in. Or anyone else’s.” He glared at me with his dusty, scratched eyes.
- Excerpt From Ex-Patriots, pg 423
- Peter Clines
- https://books.apple.com/us/book/ex-patriots/id585738393
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