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... e on, that was a good joke," he said with a grin, gesturing with open arms. "At least laugh a little."
No one laughed.
Not even a twitch of a smile.
The room was quiet as death.
His expression twitched—irritation bleeding into it as he scratched the back of his head. "Tch. Tough crowd. Fine, fine. Just so you know, I have no intention of laying a hand on that old hag. Seriously, look at me."
He gestured at himself with both hands, sweeping down his perfect ...
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