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“I just need a minute.” McKay hunched over, breathing heavily in the steady, drizzling rain. “You’ve got to give me a minute,” he said again, wiping a wet hand across his brow.
Reluctantly, Ronon stopped. “We don’t have time, McKay.” He studied the overgrown path before them. “We need to keep moving”
“You don’t have
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