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- Rage turned to bemusement as Beauregard knocked Cree aside, charged up to Lucien, and—face contorted in a snarl—unleashed a series of blows against his chest with her wrapped, callused fists. Her fists knocked the wind out of him, but he didn’t crumple. He was growing ever more tired of her meddling.
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