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My bare feet touched the cool concrete in the hall just as the first pop cut through the air. A draft hit my face, a ring sounding in my ears. John slumped to the floor with a solid thunk. I stared at the splatter of red that slid down the wall in front of me. My breath escaped me in one rush as someone slammed me to the wall, covering me with their body. Pop. Pop.
The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2)
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