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“Skavak. This doesn’t have to be a fight.”
“What are you talking about…?”
“A man with that many ex-girlfriends must be getting the first hour or two right. Color me curious. And after we can, ah, roll dice for the Ebon Crock here.”
“That’s a stupid-ass name, Vette.”
“I’m flirting, Skavak. Keep up.”














