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... d in nothing but a silk robe, and currently had a bag of ice pressed against his crotch. In his hand was a frosty beer, which he chugged as if he was a man lost in the desert. After finishing the beer, he placed the bag of ice aside and cracked open another one, taking a large sip from it before groaning in misery.
"God damn, those girls are going to be the death of me one day..."
After thinking about this, Berengar's mind entered a strange space where he chuckled as if he could ...
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