Chauncey seethed at the outrageous insult. "And your father?" he demanded, extending the sword. He didn't yet know all his vassals, but he was learning. He would brand the family name of this boy to memory.
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Becca FitzpatrickAnd anyway, the first three letters in the word diet should tell you what I want it to do.
Becca FitzpatrickI'm not good," he said, piercing me with eyes that absorbed all light but reflected none, "but I was worse.
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