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Raven was dead. Former lover, current friend, almost sister. He remembered when she said he was like a brother.
Speedy--Roy, stood on a rooftop, focused on the target several yards away from him. He loosed arrow after arrow, as if that would actually help. He didn't stop, didn't want to stop, even when his arms were shaking from exhaustion and his fingertips started to bleed from pulling on the bowstring umpteen times.
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Speedy--Roy, stood on a rooftop, focused on the target several yards away from him. He loosed arrow after arrow, as if that would actually help. He didn't stop, didn't want to stop, even when his arms were shaking from exhaustion and his fingertips started to bleed from pulling on the bowstring umpteen times.
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