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“Ellinor crossed her arms over her chest, her headache returning in force with Lazar’s words. “So what you’re trying to tell me is, we’re fucked. That about sums it up, yeah?” Lazar smirked. “I just said we’d be in for trouble.”

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Book:Resistor
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