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... r suffocated opponent’s neck. The cloth slid off effortlessly, making practically unbelievable that the wolfkin would be unable to free himself, if not for a fact that he was in fact dead, with an exposed stiffy saluting the crowds.
“Number Seventeen wins,” Bob said with zero fanfare and put his hand into the barrel with the balls, pulling for the next participant.
Number Seventeen tied the scarf around her neck and looked around awkwardly until Bob waved for her to go away. Bob ...
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