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Chapter 1584 – Birthday John 8 – Group 7
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... lot these days, hm?” John asked.
His conversation partner did not respond. She was much too focused on the bit of raw meat pinched between his fingers. Her neck contracted as much as the bones under her feathery fur and warm muscles allowed. Then, her white-black beak snapped forwards.
The Gamer let her have it, dropping the meat and pulling his hand back in the small instant before she would bite him. The Magryph caught the bit of flesh in the tip of her beak, tilted her head ba ...
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