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Jax nurses his wounded shoulder, which is now bandaged. “But I guess you can’t keep a good trickster down.” He grins at me. “Did I worry you again?” “No. Not at all!” I argue. “You had my brothers. That’s why I was worried.” “Uh-huh. That’s why,” Ollie says and our friends laugh.
