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Breaking Point

I can’t feel my legs.

Not in the good, adrenaline-pumped way. More like the burning, cramping, gonna-fall-over-any-second kind. My right hip throbs with every stride, like it’s screaming at me to stop. But I don’t. I skate faster, harder, meaner.

Because George is still out there.

And I can’t let hi...