Dylan Smith

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He just stood there, eyes pleading. The dinosaur gave me a look that said, get this thing off of me. “How are you going to control him?” I asked. “There aren’t any reins.” “Mongo and I have a psychic bond, Carl. You’ve never been a mother, so you wouldn’t understand.”
The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #3)
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