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He grabs my bicep in a death grip to start dragging me out, but I jerk away, then use as much weight as I can shift to stomp on his foot hard.

Tomas doesn’t even blink. He waits a minute before he looks down at me. “Finished?”

“Fuck you.” He’s not the boy I remember or the man I once hoped to grow...

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