Amelia Hamilton

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“Seriously, what’s the big dea—ow!” I squeezed his shoulder to the point of pain, making him cry out. “Okay! Okay! I got it. Jeez.” I let him go and he rubbed his shoulder, glaring at me. He pounded his chest like a gorilla. “Hulk angry,” he grunted, imitating me.
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