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I held my breath and shoved the little needle through my left nipple. I bit my lip. Ow. Donut remained on her back, but she just stared at me for several moments as I pulled my troll-skin shirt back on. “I don’t think I can respect you anymore, Carl.”
The Butcher's Masquerade (Dungeon Crawler Carl, #5)
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