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turned my muscles into wet paper. My lungs burned. My ears rang. I tried to speak, but only a broken rasp came out.
“Dad,” Evan said lazily, “careful. We still need her to authorize it.”
That sentence saved me.
Because Dad loosened his hand just enough for air to scrape into my throat.
I dropped to the floor, coughing, one palm pressed to the back of my continue reading …
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