Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. “Four,” Anna decided firmly. He forced her arm back, away, stretching it out to keep the weapon at bay. “It’s my fault. "I'll make sure work this time," he added, about to repeat the blow.
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