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  • Before it's over
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    "Why are you here?" I flick my eyes across his face, observing his tired features trying to decide what made him so easy to hate. A nonplussed expression graced his face. "It gets pretty dangerous here, you know." Not that it's a bad thing. He arches an eyebrow, shrugging. "I didn't know you worried so much about me,"...