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Satan s SonChapter 5
"Hey, Mangolin, get your ass over here!" Charlie froze, quickly glancing over his shoulder. His eyes widened when he saw the three large boys coming his way. As if someone had turned on a faucet, sweat began dripping into his eyes, the salty liquid stinging them. His heart beat faster and adrenaline pumped his legs as he ran. "Hey, twerp, get over here!" the muscular boy shouted. He bolted, leaving his friends behind and quickly catching up to Charlie. Never the athlete, the mighty...