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“He rolled his tongue around in his mouth and made a sour face. “Got any gum? Mints?” “No. You going to hark again?” He shook his head. “Mouth tastes like the bottom of my shoe.” I didn’t ask him how he knew that particular flavor.”

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Book:Magic on the Storm
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Magic on the Storm

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Devon Monk
Devon Monk

Devon Monk is a science fiction and fantasy writer known for his unique imagination and rich world-building. The exact birth and death dates are unknown. more

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