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Chapter 212 - 213: Why the fuck are you all not washed up yet?
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... mate slapped the back of his head so hard, he nearly bit his tongue.
"What is wrong with you, eh?" she snapped. "Has the sun cooked your brain?"
The man stumbled forward, holding his head, utterly betrayed.
"I used to think like you," she said, stepping out boldly now, standing in front of her mate and facing the rest. "I thought it was fine to smell like animal fur and dirt. But she—" she pointed at Isabella, "—taught us that smelling good and feeling clean isn’t weak. I ...
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