Waters Course

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next morning Gabriel was freed so he could work on the money transfer.
Considering the amount and other factors the transfer would take some time but
he already knew that. During his ‘free time’ Rachel was nowhere to be seen.
Gabriel was thankful for that but a part of him kept nagging that he wanted to
see her. Instead he saw Bear’s face. He was surprisingly good looking for a
thug. He was sitting on the couch but his gaze kept getting lost somewhere to
the outside. Gabriel wondered if Rachel was outside. He never got to find out.

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the afternoon, after a nice lunch, Gabriel dozed off a bit but was class=GramE>awaken by shots. Fearing an attack of some sort Gabriel
started to panic and began forcing his hand through the handcuff. He stopped
when in the midst of his panic he heard someone cheer.

class=GramE>“Great aim, dude.lang=EN-US style='font-size:14.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt;line-height:150%;
font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'> Bet Wolf can’t do better.”

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>“Wanna put
money where your mouth is, buster?”

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font-family:Arial;mso-ansi-language:EN-US'>style='mso-spacerun:yes'> When Gabriel heard Rachel’s voice his whole
world stopped. It was like a gunshot had hit him and he was left there to bleed
to death. He wondered why God had done such a thing to him. style='mso-bidi-font-style:normal'>I must have thrown rocks at the cross. What
have I done to deserve this? He wondered. He got no answer.

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nighttime he was exhausted from all the wondering and questioning. He wasn’t
getting anywhere and it was frustrating. He figured he just had to let it go
and move on. As long as he kept Rachel from his mind the all time things would
improve. Or not.

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