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"Yes, Colin. Can I help you?" I said, still focusing on my breakfast. "What did I miss last night? Are you all right? I was so worried when I read that message this morning. Did Oz get the beat down on him?” he rambled. "He won the fight and got away. I chased him, but I lost him in the woods because it was so dark. I even had Dean’s gun. I was going to shoot his ass," I explained. "Why the hell would you do that? Do you realize how much danger you were in?" He was now almost screaming at the top of his lungs, and I didn't even spare him a glance. Colin didn’t understand that I always felt like I was in danger now. Mom even had to pop Ozzy’s shoulder back in place last night because of this bastard. I had to do something, try something. "I had to do something, Colin. You can't find an
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