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Chapter eleven

I stared at the beaten man in front of me. His jet black hair was scruffy, his brows a bush over his eyes and had a dirty line of shaven moustache under his nose. His nose looked broken one too many times as it faced the left. 

His white dress shirt and pair of black dress pants were covered with a layer of dust from when I tuckled him to the ground. 

I didn't have time for him

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