Imani Chestnut

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But the moment I headed back to the way up, they pounced. I screamed when they tackled me down to the ground. I tucked in, landing on my side, my arms coming up over my head, curling my legs to my chest, trying to shield myself as they raged and thudded their fists into me. Each punch hurt almost as much as the boulders I’d crashed into in the river and judging by the size, it was definitely one of the girls.
Imani Chestnut
BRUH, NOT MY GIRL GETTINNG JUMPED 👁👄👁
Rowe (Primal, #1)
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