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J.R. WardQhuinn smiled, baring his fangs. 'Has anyone ever shown you the difference between good touch and bad touch? 'Cause I'd love to demonstrate. We could start right now.
J.R. WardWrath jammed a finger in Vโs face. โDonโt follow me. We clear? You donโt follow me.โ โYou stupid fool,โ V said with total exhaustion. โYouโre the king. We all must follow you.
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