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“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, anger rising. “Your rented slave labor isn’t participating like how you wanted? Well, let me look for some sympathy.” I patted myself on the chest. “Nope, all out.” The alien looked as if he was about to cry.
The Dungeon Anarchist's Cookbook (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #3)
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