Wolfs Right
The familiar pointed a finger at the barely visible cut of paper.
“I don’t understand you at all, Pascal. Mila shook her golden hair and refilled her glass. - Want? Oh yeah, you don't eat.
— Oh, how funny! How funny! Throwing back the tar strand, Pascal excitedly jumped up from his seat. “The Marquis will crush you, stupid girl. You yourself will not understand how you will find yourself in shackles in a damp dungeon. Instead of feigned calmness, the witch's face was momentarily contorted with irritation. - Or in the same shackles, but in a demon's bed.
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