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“Uh, thanks for that,” I said. Caspien stopped, looking uncomfortable. I expected him to say something predictably dick-ish. “It would have been inconvenient if you’d died in my uncle’s arboretum,” he said before disappearing out of the backdoor and into the sunshine.
Oleander: A Great Expectations Reimagining
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