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He lifted a fist toward my face, and gradually uncoiled his fingers. He swept his hand close to my jaw and temple, over my eye. His gesture encompassed my circuitry. “That he would think he could do this is insult I can barely fathom. “By the end, he will know how wrong he has been.” He
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