OH SNAP OKAY
WHOAAAAA WAIT
Holt didn't stop to think about it. He just grabbed Corysande's hand and ran.
He picked up the panther cub on the way out.
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. . . Oh, yeah! I remember that! If you're sure.
The bandit shot him again; hitting his arm, this time.
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She smiled again and rested her head on the table in front of her.
I can . . . and I will, if I have to, but I'm not sure how much I should reasonably interfere . . .
"Makes it easier for us, then," said another one, aiming his own pistol.
Careful . . .
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Irie smiled and sat nearby.
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Holt hugged her tighter.
She understood that, but she wanted to see what she could figure out beforehand.
Looking around, however . . . there wasn't much else to see except more chains and mist.
Aw, whatever.
She put her hand on it.