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      She kept punching, a growl in her chest each time she had to catch her breath. Her knuckles are bloody and it’s only spreading, tinging blue a deep, dark purple. The splatter is even on her face, adding to the red hot flush of anger on her skin, and she couldn’t care less. And still the punches came. Furious. Relentless.

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    For a second she stopped, fist in mid-air and ready for another punch. Laura took a deep, heavy breath; half to steady...
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    Jesus. A normal person would’ve called the police, a superhero, something. Zeke, instead, watches the violence like he’s...