is this really necessary?” Taking the black sack from my hands, he drags it down over my head. “Yes, now shut up, steady your breathing and act passed out. I’m putting you over my shoulder.” “Fine,” I whisper back. “But keep your hands off my ass.” The second he hoists me over his shoulder, I bump up and down limply. “You don’t have to worry about that. It’s not worth the loss of my hands.” The leaves crunch beneath his feet and the silence of the area makes my brain run away with me. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all I— “I can hear you thinking. You’re tense... just relax, Max.
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