Marc Sherry

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My guests left after saying some things that were polite compared to, I don’t know, setting my hair on fire or something. Once they were safely gone, I called out, “Kragar?” “Yeah?” he said from the corner. I glared. “Have you been there all this time?” “Three of them, three of us,” he said. “Hey now,” said Loiosh.
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