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This was gonna suck. Hard. The things a man had to endure to pay off student loans.
My clothes looked virtually untouched, like they'd never been splashed with hell beast innards. Because I'd been spit-shined by a gigantic hell centipede. Gulp. Yeah.
Tristan slid right back in through the front door like a bacon-wrapped scallop served on a silver tray at a fancy cocktail party. Morty ran in soon after, leaning on the door frame, panting. “Sorry y'all. I tried. But this one's real stupid.”
