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... r a shoulder. She’s obviously in a very good mood after her evolution despite looking like she’s been trampled by a herd of centaurs.
My Goblin wife looks at me to assess my current disposition before answering, “We’re doing fine, Dura. Thank you. How are our clansmen?”
The Ogress chuckles. “Half dem numbskulls cryin’ bout apples still. Other half pack up go home. All gud.”
I look around, but don’t see our furry companion anywhere. “Where’s Suka?”
“Dura saw stinki ...
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