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"Whoa! Hey put me down!" I said hitting him in the chest, heat rising to my cheeks. My feet dangled from his arms, and I could feel his muscles. This was bad. It was embarrassing and I could walk on my own, probably. I looked around at the people giving us strange looks and I buried my face in his shirt. I wanted to fight back but my tiredness took over. "Thank you..." I muttered giving up, my face no a roaring red color.
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