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“How the fuck did she get that up there?" Killian thought out loud.

Brock followed his stare then grinned. "She always did like climbing trees." Looking back at Killian, he said, "Want me to go, Sheriff? I am younger and more spry."

"Fuck you.”
― L.A. Fiore, Letting Go

“He took off running. The muscles in his back shifted as he leaped down the short flight of stairs and bounded into the garden, as spry and swift as a stag. Within seconds he was gone.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A Court of Thorns and Roses