-Sixty-Three-
Can I just take this moment to say.. My dear, oblivious, foolish lover. ‘Get her!’ he says. Meanwhile, he’s choking out his sister, who is currently sprawled across the top of me, and if she can’t breathe, I certainly can’t even remember what air feels like, especially inside my lungs. And he says ‘Get her!’ Angrily, I tried to bring my knee up, yet again, to strike at Lana’s groin. I missed. I hit Conner instead, who hissed and yelped my name. I shrugged at him over Lana’s shoulder, and tried again. This time I struck gold, hitting her right in the lady-bits. Lana wheezed, attempting to curl up to protect herself, and Conner yanked her sideways. Finally, cold air rushed into my lungs in a rush of icy fire. I didn’t give myself time to recover, though, and flung myself at the struggling
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