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“I hope god spares you, old man. It would be a shame to lose these tasty nuts.”
The incomparable Dark One is going to take a bath with me. This will be fun.
Vane is close beside her, sharpening a knife, because of course he is.
“It’s all right, Tilly Willy,” I tell her. “You’re not alone now.” She nods her head, sucks in her tears. “Now come on,” I say. “Let’s dry our eyes and go murder our mother.”
My vicious men. All of them, mine.
