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    She was his age easily, seventeen or so, dripping wet and absolutely battered. Red cuts up and down her leg like she'd tangled with a cactus, swollen black eye, and dressed in nothing but wet jeans and a corset looking undergarment. Holster strapped to her side. She didn't come off like she looked though. Toby took...