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... skin gleamed under the sunlight, his permanent scowl deepening with every moment I sat idle.
I glared at the patch of dirt like it had personally wronged me. "This is how villains are made," I muttered.
[Progress: 25%. Reminder: At this rate, you’ll be done sometime next century.]
"Oh, shut it," I snapped, pressing my palms into the dirt again. "You’re just mad you don’t have hands to do this yourself."
[Incorrect. I am entertained by your incompetence.]
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