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“What the hell, man,” I said, examining the screeching, frothing bedlam in the small transit station. The squealing chaos abruptly stopped. About forty pairs of eyes turned to look at me. “Howdy fellas,” I called.
The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #3)
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