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“You have a knack for this, you’re optimistic to a fault, and your tits entice the local boys to donate blood.”
He released me instantly, his face contorting in horror. “You’re hurt. Why didn’t you say something?” “It’s nothing, just a bruise.” Anger simmered in his eyes. “Who did this to you?”
He looked pained. “You all right over there?” He shook his head. “Wicked little bird.”
“Sorry, I don’t speak miserable.
“I love to listen to you explain medicinal practices,” he purred. “And I’d love to listen to you fall off a cliff.”
