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/DEXTER’S POV/ "Get in..." The driver in a deep red 2020 cadilac shouted at me as he flung the door open. He had pulled up beside me with a drift drive, screeching the tires. Yeah, I was in pain and my eyes were blurry, but that order from the driver seemed like a very bright beam of hope. A beam that flushed into me some sort of strength, and also morale. I had expected the goons to jump over after me, but I guess they were discouraged after seeing me fall, or maybe they felt they would just run down twenty meters to go around the flower and catch me laying down in pain. But surprisingly not just for me, but for the goons also, my guardian angel is here. I could see their heads 0ver the flower and also her their loud footsteps as they ran down to the end of the yard. In a flash of sec
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