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... ped her fake tears quickly, muttering in her heart all the curses she knew.
Mad dog. Idiot wolf. Brain of a rock. Son of a mutt. Ugh, why is the world punishing me like this? She puffed her cheeks, glaring at his tall figure from behind, though only in her heart. On her face, she still kept the pitiful, broken look. She knew better than to show her true colors.
Because that was the thing about these brainless wolves—if you stood up and tried to look big, they would crush you even ...
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