Up and at ’em

Up and at 'em

“Sir Javid?” Arthur asian asked, his voice barely a squeak. Natalie had tried to use her arms to hold up her weight and take some of the pressure off her feet and ankles, but now she was at the end of her anal tether. That lasted about fifteen or twenty seconds before the flood started to dwindle. Her eyes got to me, though.

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