Knock knock. In. Out. In. Out. I breathed, the hot moisture sticking to the fabric that covered my mouth. My goggles were down, my fire selector pointing viciously at the single bullet icon. I tapped
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Knock knock. In. Out. In. Out. I breathed, the hot moisture sticking to the fabric that covered my mouth. My goggles were down, my fire selector pointing viciously at the single bullet icon. I tapped
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