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Sir Trashlot of New Avalon

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No one laughed. No one dared to. The tension in the room snapped taut enough to hang laundry on.

Yet, across the table, several pairs of lips quivered violently.

Richard Holloway’s left cheek twitched as he fought with the strength of ten men not to burst into an outright chuckle.

Miranda cleared her throat, though her dark eyes gleamed with a wicked, gossipy sparkle she couldn't quite extinguish.

"This particular image, generated by a college student in Ohio, reached twenty-three million imp
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