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Duo-colored eyes observe the young woman with overwhelming intensity , head tilting to the side in a deliberate movement that resembled those of a predator .
Not a word was spoken for an uncomfortable amount of time , as โ
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Wooden handle clutched firmly into the Kid's hand , he settly set it down next to him , positioning in a way that would make the young woman unable to take it back without going through him .
A nod was directed at her .
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The hesitancy in her trigger resonated within the Kid's bones , speaking more than a thousand words could .
She would not shoot him . She ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ shoot him . No more than he could harm her .
A neutralized influence .
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โ every detail of the woman before him . She was not like the others . He could feel the influence reach her like a tidal wave , but it caused no violent effect .
In fact , it seemed to achieve quite the opposite . โ
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โ likely way to do it if the curse were to affect her .
It always seemed to .
โ Shelter . โ Came a single , laboured response challenged by the volume of the rain . He would not speak further .
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โ perfectly at his chest .
The Kid couldn't see her eyes in the storm but he could ๐๐๐๐ them . He wondered how long it would take for her to turn that barrel against herself and pull the trigger . It seemed the most โ
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