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... His ears roared. Fury and flight speed were equally likely culprits.
He jumped off the nonagon, taking in the situation as well as he could in this mood. Jeffy—cheerful beside the grill. Jupiter—floating peppers and looking intrigued. Drones—hovering, two of them filming, one doing something else.
Maybe it performs some amazing spell that makes Winston seem like a likable human being to his fans.
A few people were going in and out of the entrance to the girls’ building, ...
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