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... who had practically seasoned and swallowed his very own words. No condiments required.
It had been close to ten hours now. Ten.
And yet, contrary to his earlier colorful commentary about a bird flaring its spiritual energy like a mating ritual gone wrong, that cadet—that child—had not let up.
No real breaks. No slowdowns. No mercy.
Instead, he made it look easy. Fast, even. So much so that by the time they realized it was nearly midnight, the audience hadn’t even ...
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