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... itch black, two dark red spots of light flickered uncertainly.
Surrounded by smoke.
Harry tossed away his cigarette butt, saying earnestly, "Dean, I do know a few things, but trust me, knowing these things is not good for you."
"It’s precisely because I trust you that I’m able to smoke with you calmly," Dean said without looking at Harry, his head down as he fiddled with a bullet. "Harry, you know my personality; I don’t like being lied to!"
"Alright," Harry said, ...
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