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I sling Sebastian’s ar heavily on ht murdered by that boxer, or by Callu that watch in the freezing cold, pitch-black lake

My head is still pounding, and the pier see he wasn’t so tall and so damn heavy

As we near the street at last, I hazard a look back over , probably looking for his boss He see, but I can’t tell from here

I hope Callum drowned

‘Cause if he didn’t, I have a feeling I’ain very soon

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Callum

I don’t knohat I was thinking, ju in after that watch

The , barely warmed up at all by the early su me up

I’ for a glint of gold in the black water

Of course, there’s nothing to see, nothing at all The water under the pier is choppy, full of sand and pollutants Even at ht as well be motor oil

My suit constrictsht be in serious trouble The waves are trying to ss, the pillars sharp with muscles and barnacles

I have to say from the pier before I can stroke back to shore All of that takes enough time that Jack is pretty much

freaking out by the tirier than I’ve ever been in my life

That fucking BITCH!