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❛ you gonna wait for me ? ❜
nimble fingers TIGHTEN on the leather grip of his sword - he had spent the last thirty minutes [ wrapping ] && unwrapping it. ( idle hands do the devil’s work , ) his mother’s strident voice JEERED in his head. he glances up at dakota with ephemeral awareness that she possessed all the grace he lacked.










