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for killing was gone. But not the need. 'You raped me, mister.' |
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'Guess what? I'm about to do it again.' |
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Behind him and just off to the side, a girl crawled over Lou's twitching body, scampered to her feet and rushed forward. She tossed away a shiny weapon of some kind. |
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'All you're gonna do is die,' Maureen said. |
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The girl leaped, reaching up, grabbing the kid and pulling. |
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Buddy yelled, 'Hey!' He tried to hold onto her, and stumbled backward a step as the kid was yanked from his hands and fell into the arms of the girl. He looked over his shoulder to see what had happened. |
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Maureen thrust the tire tool into his belly. His breath huffed out. He doubled over. Maureen swung with all her strength. The steel bar crashed through his cheekbone, snapped his head sideway. He hit the grass and rolled, his back cutting off the spray of a sprinkler. |
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Maureen straddled his chest. She raised the bar over her head and swung it down with both hands, caving in the top of his skull. |
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