Mitch Wright

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“Gods damn it!” Locke yelled. “Let us out. You’ve made your point!” “What point,” rasped Jean, “could that possibly be?” “I don’t know.” Locke coughed. “I don’t care. Whatever it is, they’ve damn well made it, don’t you think?”
Red Seas Under Red Skies (Gentleman Bastard, #2)
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