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... why don't we speak of my drugs, or perhaps of what is under that mask of yours?" she ignored the question, saying the same thing Irmandos had.
She put one of her elbows on the table, leaning forward, flashing her fangs at him, the furniture shaking abruptly when Armond hit his head trying to get up, weakly hoisting himself up for his head to peek up.
"Miss One… There is no need to worry about the trade in the city, I'll keep doing my job!" at first, he had been wanting to say so ...
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