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“You’d rather drink London rats than me?” Baz’s eyes are wide. He’s shaking his head. “Fuck you, Snow.” “Someday, perhaps. I’ve been told there’s hope.” I see something scurrying past me, and stomp on it. “Hey, look—I got one!”
Any Way the Wind Blows (Simon Snow, #3)
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