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“Hey,” I snapped, reaching for it. “You already fell once because this is too heavy. I’m not having you slow us down when you fall on your ass again,” he snarled down at me. I took a step back as he hoisted it over his shoulder. “You’re mean,” I said, folding my arms. He flashed a smile my way. “I know.”
The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)
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