Sarah Schuster

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A circle of rope drops around my body from the heavens. It tightens at once. I fling my hands out with a gasp, then crash to the hard, dusty ground as the rope tightens around my feet, just above the ankles. It all happens so fast, the air is knocked right out of me. Chad is upon me in seconds. “You alright?? Shit, you went down hard!” I roll onto my back and stare up at him. “What the hell do I look like to you, Landry?” I spit back, a playful smirk on my
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