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Hector ran straight into the gynaeconitis area. He heard heavy thuds and an asthmatic breathing behind him, and turned to find Tony in tow.
“Nice try, you’re not coming in there,” Hector stopped him.
“Aww!” Tony exclaimed in disappointment, but complied and stayed out of there.
Hector went in to inspect the damage. The girls looked like s**t. He grabbed a first aid kit and went to tend to some cuts. Bobo was the nearest one, so he tended to her first.
“You were amazing out there today,” he told the angry woman, dabbing her eyebrow with alcohol.
She scowled at him. She winced from the pain. “Ouch. Bad idea.”
“Which one?”
“Emoting.”
“Haha. Good one. Turn to your left so I can see better,” he gently pushed her chin aside.
She turned towards the light. Her expression s
