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Reed glanced at me, his gaze meeting with mine for a tension-filled beat, as if he were making a decision. Analyzing the data. All in the span of a single breath. And then he was storming past me. Oh, my God. My eyes rounded with horror as I whipped around. “Reed!” I shouted, disbelief sinking into my gut and weighing me down. I sprinted after him, but his strides were long and his intentions were unflappable. He’d crossed the sidewalk before I could reach him, and I watched as his arm reeled back, his fist meeting my father’s jaw as I cupped a hand over my mouth and screamed. All hell broke ...more
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I don’t support murder but now I say GET IT REED PUT THAT DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT SIX FEET UNDER
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