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Out here, he felt free, but freedom came with a heavy price.
He clutched his stomach as he felt the glass shards from the bottle the drunken bastard had hit him with, was now lodged in his side.
He pulled his hand up to inspect it, only to see his hand covered in red.
Ryan sighed and sat down, his back against the cold ally wall.
He was tired. So very tired.
Ryan knew that he should get up and call for help. But even if he called, who would care? ...
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