Tadpole Road

Tadpole Road

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When I looked back to the front of the car Teddy was still standing there like a deer in the headlights. He had both hands pressed on the hood of the car, as if he had the intention of stopping the car with Superman strength if Asher hadn't hit the breaks in time. The rise and fall of his chest was quick, and a thin line of blood was smeared down his mouth.
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