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... think I used the wrong bar. Whatever."
He pulled the oversized flannel shirt tighter around himself, trying to minimize the friction against his shedding skin.
Marcus shrugged, taking another massive bite of his eggs. "Weird. Smells like that fancy stuff my sister buys. Anyway, sit down. Dad’s goanna kick our asses if we’re late to the forge."
Alex sat down gingerly on the hard wooden chair.
"Useless," the Empress sighed in his head, sounding bored. "This one is ...
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