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Open with Meg -))"okay I give in I'll let you know what you want to know just let me see my daughters" I pleaded-I look up weakly but then see its you trying to rescue me-I give a weak smile-"thought you didn't care"-I whisper-

" Booker spit blood in the mans face, earning him a solid punch to the abdomen. Well, there goes another rib. The man smiled, "You don't know her as well as I do then.