"What do you think you're doing?" a woman's voice exclaims.
The hand in which you are held instinctively clamps shut around you, crushing you against the dart. The boy's arm rushes behind his back, and you struggle to breathe.
"Nothing, mom," the boy says sweetly. You can imagine him smiling up like a cherub at his mother. The big creep.
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