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Rowdy pinned our hands against the brick wall, and I screamed again when he lowered his head and sunk his teeth into my wrist. A whimper tore out of me when I felt the skin break, and then warm liquid trailed down my arm. Only then did Rowdy lift his head. And then he rudely spat my blood on my clean white sneakers.
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