14Hemmings4Life
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"Who are you? Where are you from?" he asked.
I smiled and picked up my bloody baseball bat. "Sic Parvis Magna,"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
I stood at the edge of the roof, I knew Sam was watching, waiting to catch me. "Greatness, from small beginnings," I said, before stepping off the edge.
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