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“Oi, nice shot lassie,” Widget said. He licked his lips and looked at Donut appraisingly. “I like a lassie within’ meat on ‘er bones. Especially ‘em with fight in ‘em.” “Excuse me?” Donut said. “Did you just call me fat?”
The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #3)
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