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“ First lesson. Set up 10 bottles. You got ten shots. Hit every single bottle with a single bullet. If you can't then you're out of the training program. ”
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He didn't quite move when his magazine was stolen. He kept laying there quietly. As if nothing had changed.
Eventually her return sparked nothing but a loud moan of frustration and of boredom. Slowly sitting up and placing his feet against the floor.
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“You’re such a buzzkill,”
words are muttered after a fair beat of silence had passed, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. horrible teacher or not she wasn’t asking to be a pain in his ass; she’d asked because she ( *trusted ) him more than everyone else.
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“ Since when did Eva come back to life? ”
He shot daggers towards her. Slowly standing up he shook his head. Spinning around and picking up a pistol. Tossing it towards his sister before sitting upon his chair once more.
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