Can we cut the Zen crap for a moment?” I ask. “I’m trying to beat this bag to a pulp.
Where have you been?” I asked weakly. A few minutes ago I would have rather died than questioned him. Let him know I care. But I’m too sick to be strong, kick ass Rayne at...
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