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... ng he kept imagining different kinds of ways to murder the brat seated in front of him.
The youth seated in front of him was a pale, sickly-looking youth.
A small smile played on his lips, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement.
Anthony ran his hand through his hair, removing the small elastic band that tied it into a ponytail.
He coughed violently then leaned back with a sigh.
"Why are you doing this?" Morgan asked quietly.
" You're one of the Tale ...
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