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The screen changed. In Sam’s photo, she was standing nervously at the counter of Fadlan’s Falafel, her face turned aside, blushing furiously as Amir leaned toward her, grinning. “Ooooooo,” said the crowd of einherjar, followed by a fair amount of snickering. “Kill me now,” Sam muttered. “Please.”
The Sword of Summer (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard, #1)
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