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... ike a man ready to scold the gods themselves. "You are not special."
Leo groaned. "Here we go again..."
"No, shut up, Whiner #1," I snapped, pointing at him with the stick I was using as a pointer—and occasionally as a sword. "You’re not just not special, you’re below average. You’d lose a fight to a sleepy chicken."
Wallace raised a hand. "Technically, chickens are quite fast and aggressive if provoked—"
I threw the stick at him.
He ducked. It hit Felix i ...
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