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He spins me around. “Sinclair?”
His eyes widen. “What are you doing
here?”
I use his confusion to my advantage
and punch him in the nose. He stumbles
back groaning and trips, landing on his
ass. I dash out the door before he gains
his bearings and gets back on his feet. My
feet pound against the ground as I attempt
to get back to Mrs. Gregory's. I slip on a
wet patch and curse as I struggle to my
