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He grabbed her wrist. Felt her pulse.
Rung 100 was not a memory. It was a choice.
That’s when he saw the ladder.
“Of me.”
He grabbed her wrist. Felt her pulse.
Rung 100 was not a memory. It was a choice.
That’s when he saw the ladder.
“Of me.”
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