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“Donut,” I called again. “Calm the fuck down!” Carl: Donut. Chill. You’re sinking. There’s a mob coming. Donut: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH Carl: MONGO NEEDS YOU. Donut quit twisting, her hair fluttering around her. She quickly looked about, still in a panic.
The Gate of the Feral Gods (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #4)
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