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Matt crouched down, his face level with hers. Jenny’s heart pounded in her chest as Mike stepped closer, his height casting a shadow over her. She crossed her arms, her voice firm. Her jaw clenched, her nails digging into her palms as she forced herself to nod, a single, almost imperceptible movement. Her hands pressed flat against the tiles, her body trembling as she waited. “Let go of me.”
Matt moved behind her, his hands gripping her shoulders,

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