The concrete beneath me felt cold and damp. My back ached, but I stayed down a moment longer, listening.
Maybe another shot will be aimed. Maybe another pouch.
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The concrete beneath me felt cold and damp. My back ached, but I stayed down a moment longer, listening.
Maybe another shot will be aimed. Maybe another pouch.
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