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Chapter 103: Fat Grudge
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... h up the stairs like a stampeding bull.
"Hold it right there, you dirty rats!" George shouted before they could hop out through the wind.
But what got them to stop wasn't his voice. It was Millie's groans of pain.
George held her by the neck like a chicken with one hand.
George had a round stomach with a wider circumference than his shoulders. But there was no denying the grip strength of a man who had kneaded dough for hours every day for several decades.
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