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“Liv!”
Owen's hart stops beating in his chest when he hears the deafening sound of the gun going off and he sees Liv fall backwards to the ground. He hears her cry out in pain and his stomach knots up. He can not breath and he feels his throat tightening up when she does not move.
“No. No, no, no! Liv, get up, baby! Get up!” Owen cries, looking at her.
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