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The boys nodded, breathless, and I pushed past them with a brief look strongly suggesting that they’d best not even think of trying to haul me out the back door and shove me up a tree, no matter what happened. They all looked shifty, but hung their heads.
Go Tell the Bees that I Am Gone (Outlander, #9)
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