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... wearing a smile, deep down he felt no fondness for the tall, handsome white man before him—in fact, he even felt disgust.

The rich guy in his thirties across from him seemed ludicrously ostentatious just from his appearance. And for some reason, Yaha always found the man’s gaze particularly revolting, like two tongues trying to slide into his clothes and wildly lick his skin.

"Moby Dick, that is my name," Moby Dick said.

"Just call me Yaha," Yaha responded. He took off h ...

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