[For the first time, Annie actually glances over her shoulder-- well, what do you fucking know, they're not dead. And are actually trying to catch up. Who would've fucking guessed. She's alright with that; the more people on their side, the easier she can protect the pup. Child. Luke. Fuck. Whatever.]
Hurry it up, motherfuckers, I'm not fucking waiting for you!
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Hurry it up, motherfuckers, I'm not fucking waiting for you!