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... out if he wanted to give a satisfactory answer.
Of course, he didn’t think of himself as some lustful dog. In the first place, he hadn’t really gotten his hands on any big chests, despite being 18.
His life flashed before his eyes, and the only honest answer came to him right then.
"I had a lot of friends..." Azrael began solemnly, head lowered, his face hidden from Mary.
She blinked. "You make it sound as though a tragedy befell them."
"Then those bastard ...
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