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... he couldn’t help feeling a little disappointed.
She blamed Jennifer’s lackluster culinary skills.
Had Jennifer managed to prepare that rib and soup into a radiant, divinely infused dish worthy of the godly bone, she might’ve captured the glorious sight of Lothar writhing on the ground, cheeks flushed, gasping for breath.
A pity, really.
Regret was written all over Hela’s face.
The Other, standing at alert with his staff in hand, kept casting wary glances a ...
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