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... is lips, not a twig snapped beneath his feet. He kept yelling at one of his guys to run faster. The poor man whimpered like a beaten horse but pushed on.
Ace soon spotted more of his crew huddled beside the stream. Chaewon lay on the grass with a cold, wet towel on her forehead, her cheeks bright red as she panted. It looked like a sudden, vicious fever had slammed into her.
The others muttered, "Don Capo," when Ace showed up, and Chaewon forced her eyes open.
"I’m... sor ...
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