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Authors: Sommer Marsden

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Y
o
u
k
ill
e
d
a
man
w
h
o
s
h
o
t
m
e
.
He
d
i
d
n

t
s
h
oo
t
me
to
g
e
t
my
att
e
nti
o
n,
L
iv.
He was
t
r
ying
to
kill me
and
y
o
u
re
act
e
d
.
Y
o
u
f
o
u
ght
b
ack
and
de
f
e
n
de
d
y
o
u
r
mat
e
.”
He kiss
e
d h
e
r
wh
e
n
he
said
mat
e
.
J
u
st
say
i
ng
it
ma
d
e
the
s
it
u
ati
o
n
f
ee
l
m
o
r
e
re
al,
m
o
r
e int
e
ns
e
.

G
a
rre
t
t
sm
e
ll
e
d
h
e
r
wa
r
ming
t
o
him.
Wanti
n
g
him.
T
he
ur
ge
to
c
o
u
ple
was
o
ft
e
n
o
v
er
wh
e
lming
aft
e
r
a
h
u
nt,
a
kill
o
r
dur
ing
tim
e
s
o
f
st
re
ss.
He
ig
n
o
re
d
it,
f
o
c
u
sing
o
n h
e
r
answ
er
.

Bu
t
s
t
ill.
I’
m
a ki
l
l
er
.”

“Y
e
s, y
o
u
a
r
e
a
nd
s
o
am
I
.
Bu
t
we
d
o
n

t n
o
r
mal
l
y g
o
ing a
r
o
u
nd
killi
n
g h
u
mans. J
u
st like
h
u
mans,
we
kill
to
de
f
e
nd
and
p
r
o
t
e
ct.
We
m
o
nit
o
r
o
ur
s
e
lv
e
s
the
s
ame
as
n
o
r
mal
s
o
ci
e
ty.”

T
his
is
what
K
e
lly
want
e
d
y
o
u
to
u
n
der
stan
d
.
V
e
n
g
e
ance
i
s
n
o
t
o
nly
y
o
ur
s
t
o
giv
e
.
I
t
aff
e
cts
the
wh
o
le
pack.
T
he
w
h
o
le
l
o
t
o
f
u
s…

G
a
rre
t
t
s
h
o
o
k
his
h
e
a
d
,
he
c
o
u
ld
w
o
rr
y
a
b
o
u
t
his
o
w
n
st
u
pi
d
ity
and
st
ubb
o
r
nn
e
ss lat
er
.
Right n
o
w
s
he
was
s
haking
i
n his a
r
ms. “
Ar
e
y
o
u
sca
red
?”
he
a
s
k
ed
.


N
o
.”
H
e
r
h
a
n
d
s
came
u
p
h
i
s
flank,
sma
l
l
and
wa
r
m.
She
t
r
ail
e
d
h
e
r
fing
er
s
o
v
e
r his
be
lly
and
the
m
u
scl
e
s
eru
pt
e
d
in
a
fl
urr
y
o
f
twitch
e
s.
L
iv
t
o
u
ch
e
d
h
i
s
fac
e
,
his
hai
r
,

 

l
e
an
e
d
h
e
r
h
e
ad
b
ack and
kiss
e
d
h
im
e
v
e
n
t
h
o
u
gh h
e
r
t
e
a
r
s
c
o
nt
i
n
ue
d
t
o
fall.

T
h
e
n why a
r
e
y
o
u
c
r
ying?”


I’
m
c
r
ying
be
ca
u
s
e
I
d
o
n

t
f
ee
l
w
o
r
s
e
.
Be
ca
u
se
I’
m
n
o
t
sca
red
.
I
s
h
o
u
ld
be
.”
H
e
r fing
er
s
f
o
u
nd
h
im
and
she
t
o
o
k
him
in
han
d
,
h
i
s
c
o
ck
g
r
o
wi
n
g
ha
rde
r
still
i
n
h
e
r
palm.

G
a
rre
tt
p
re
ss
e
d
his
lips
t
o
g
e
th
e
r
tightly,
t
r
ying
t
o
f
o
c
u
s.
I
t
was
ha
r
d to
think
o
f
anyth
i
ng
be
y
o
nd
the
f
ee
l
o
f h
e
r
hand
o
n
h
im and
the
small
k
iss
e
s she
dr
o
pp
e
d
a
l
o
ng h
i
s n
e
ck
and s
h
o
u
l
der
.


N
o
t
re
ally.
L
iv, y
o
u’r
e
d
iff
ere
nt
n
o
w.
Y
o
u
act
e
d
o
n
i
nstinct
to
p
r
o
t
e
ct
and
a
v
e
nge m
e
.
Simple as
that.
T
o y
o
u
,
w
h
o
y
o
u a
r
e
n
o
w,
y
o
u
d
id n
o
t
h
ing
w
r
o
ng.
Y
o
u
re
ac
t
e
d app
r
o
p
r
iat
e
ly.”


B
ase
nat
ure
,”
s
he
m
ur
m
ur
e
d
,
st
r
o
k
i
ng him
n
o
w.

He
p
u
sh
e
d
u
p
t
o
th
ru
st
in
t
o
h
e
r
palm, f
ee
ling
the
tight
e
ning
o
f
e
xcit
e
m
e
nt
and
want l
o
w
in
h
is
be
lly.
G
o
d
,
he want
e
d
h
er
.
N
eede
d
to
b
e
i
n
h
er
.
T
he c
o
u
pling
w
o
u
ld
calm th
e
m
b
o
th
a
nd
m
o
r
e
than
anyt
h
ing
he
want
e
d
L
iv
to
f
ee
l
h
o
w
p
re
s
e
nt
he
was,
h
o
w m
u
ch
he
was
h
er
e
f
o
r
h
er
.
H
o
w
v
er
y
m
u
ch
he want
e
d
and n
ee
d
e
d
h
er
.
T
he
fact
that
she had g
o
ne aft
e
r
a
man
min
u
t
e
s
aft
e
r
h
e
r
fi
r
st
ch
a
nge
i
n
his
st
e
a
d
,
in
h
o
n
o
r
o
f
him
and the l
o
s
s
she
t
h
o
u
ght
s
h
e’
d
j
u
st
s
u
ff
ere
d
was
st
a
gg
er
ing.
I
t
h
u
m
b
l
e
d
him
e
v
e
n
as
h
e
r
han
d
s w
o
r
k
e
d
him
u
p.


B
ase
nat
ur
e
i
sn

t
a
b
ad
thing,
b
a
b
y.
I
t

s
simply who
we
a
r
e
wh
e
n
a
ll
the
be
lls
and whistl
e
s a
r
e
sw
e
pt
away.
A
nd
u
n
de
r
it all
y
o
u
a
r
e
fi
er
c
e
,
a wa
rr
i
o
r
a
nd
y
o
u
a
r
e
g
o
o
d
.”

T
hat
br
o
u
ght
a
s
o
b
bu
t
he
q
u
i
e
t
e
d
it
with
a
k
iss.
She kiss
e
d
h
im
with
a
de
sp
er
a
te kind
o
f
l
o
v
e
.
L
ike
she
w
a
s
o
n
the
r
az
o
r
ed
ge
o
f
de
ath
a
nd
he
c
o
u
ld
save
h
er
.
He
c
o
u
ld save
h
er
,
she
j
u
st
d
i
d
n

t
k
n
o
w
it.
A
ll
she
had to
d
o
was
l
e
t
him
l
o
ve
h
er
.
“I
l
o
ve
y
o
u
. D
o
n

t
w
o
rr
y.
I
t
will
a
ll w
o
r
k
o
u
t. W
e’
ll
m
a
ke
it.
I
t
h
as t
o
.”

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