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[Blake's murmuring half to himself] Wasn't me...but it could've been. Pure fucking luck.

[His fingers knit together and clench hard.

Steve sits quietly to the side. Her breathing has steadied, though she sniffs a little. Now and then her ears twitch as she listens.

Yeah. The pit of Blake's stomach goes cold.]

What do you figure it's like?

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