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leapt down onto the back of the bike in a single smooth motion, which I felt was cool, and landed with way too much of my weight on my genitals, which I felt was not. “Go, go, go,” I gasped in a pained falsetto, and Murphy peeled away from the doomed ships.
Cold Days (The Dresden Files, #14)
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