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Beaten

An ugly looking bruise was spreading across Luke's left cheek and blood tricked down his forehead. His lower lip was swollen, and his jeans were covered in dirt and more blood. And if the pain that racked my body was any sign, I didn't look much better myself.

We'd stolen the money and had no idea where we were headed. But one thing we were sure of was that there was no going back.

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