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“Jonah shifts to lean back a little farther, moaning as he does. “Holy heck, my leg hurts,�� he says, still with that strained, forced lightness.
Again, Hallelujah mimics his tone. “‘Holy heck��? That’s cutting it close.��
“I have a gash in my leg the size of the Mississippi. I can say whatever I want.”
― Kathryn Holmes