“I knew Emery would rescue me!” Shaw crowed. “I told you Emery would rescue me. Well, us, actually. But I knew North wouldn’t want to be rescued, on account of his toxic masculinity—” “First of all,” North said, “what the fuck?” “—and so when I encoded my telepathic message, I made sure I omitted North, you know, to protect his dignity, especially that part about how he might have peed a little when this guy tried to bunghole him with his gun—” “What the actual fuck?” Horror pulled at North’s features. “Nobody tried to bunghole me with anything.” “Well, you did a lot of bending over—” “He told
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