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Next to me, Annabeth’s knees buckled. I caught her, but she cried out in pain, and I realized I’d grabbed her broken arm. “Oh gods,” I said. “Annabeth, I’m sorry.” “It’s all right,” she said as she passed out in my arms. “She needs help!” I yelled.
The Last Olympian (Percy Jackson and the Olympians, #5)
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