Title: Optional

Text: I throw myself toward him, struggling against Peter's grip, though his hands chafe. "What did you do?" I scream. "You die, I die too." Tobias looks over his shoulder at me. "I asked you not to do this. You made your decision. These are the repercussions." He disappears around the corner. The last I see of him is the gleam of the gun barrel and blood on the back of his earlobe from an injury I didn't see before. Each paragraph will be a test.

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