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The curve of her lips was filled with contempt.
She smiled, but it was a smile that carried the biting chill of a ten-thousand-year-old glacier.
"Oh, noble Mr. Mercer, do you think I *wanted* to come to your house?"
"Do you think I *wanted* to argue with your precious son?"
"Didn’t you see he was the one who provoked me? Are your eyes just for decoration?"
"If you’re not going to use your eyes, you should donate them. At least then you’d be doing ...
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