“What am I looking at?” “Bone,” Fisher said. “Human?” He shook his head. “I didn't have any. Though, if you were willing to contribute—” “Stop.” Fisher stood up straight, half-closing one eye as he studied me. “Are your kind supposed to nap in the afternoons? You're really grumpy. I'm the one with the hangover, y'know.” “What did you even do last night?” “Wouldn't you like to know.” “Actually, forget it. I've changed my mind. I don't want to know.”
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