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... led, slow and elegant, like a gentleman caught in a teasing game but heavier simultaneously. His eyes were darker, betraying that soft smile on his face.
"Fourteen." He simply and innocently said, for a man who was calling the number of people he had killed.
"Fourteen?!" I asked, a bit stunned.
"Fourteen," he repeated, as casually as if he were confessing how many glasses of wine he’d had. "I did a little pruning here and there, but I was able to keep my promise, wasn’t I ...
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