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Shadamy Broken part 29- The End

Act II Amy and Shadow hurried toward the building. Although she was trying her best to keep up, Shadow was easily outpacing her. “Here, it would be faster if I carried you.” Shadow said. “No, It’s alright I-” Amy started, but was scooped up in a bridal-like fashion by Shadow before she could finish. Surprised, Amy turned her burning face away from Shadow’s gaze. This feels so different from how Sonic used to hold me. Not that he did, much. She buried her face in his fur as he raced ahead. His grip was surprisingly gentle. Thanks to Shadow’s help, and a little detour up the side of the building, they

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Shadamy Broken part 29- The End

Act II Amy and Shadow hurried toward the building. Although she was trying her best to keep up, Shadow was easily outpacing her. “Here, it would be faster if I carried you.” Shadow said. “No, It’s alright I-” Amy started, but was scooped up in a bridal-like fashion by Shadow before she could finish. Surprised, Amy turned her burning face away from Shadow’s gaze. This feels so different from how Sonic used to hold me. Not that he did, much. She buried her face in his fur as he raced ahead. His grip was surprisingly gentle. Thanks to Shadow’s help, and a little detour up the side of the building, they

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