How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
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I wasn’t scared, exactly, but the thought of upsetting Jenny was enough to make me come over all defensive.
How did this happen? Had I been indoctrinated? I could just imagine Jenny waiting until I fell asleep every night, and then whispering hypnotic suggestions into my ear. You can’t argue against women’s ability to guilt trip the shit out of you. Well played, feminists, well played.
“They are not mated,” agreed Nicopez. “Females drain the source of magic.” He looked up at the glowing ball sitting on top of his staff. “He could not produce magic of this power if he took part in sexual congress.”