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[...]you know what they say about messengers, right? Excuse me? Too much bad news will get you shot.[...]
J.R. Ward
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From one king to another, know that I'm giving you the middle finger right now. And he was, with a smile.
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I'm sorry, Butch croaked. Oh God, I'm so sorry... V put his arm out and curled it around the cop. Pulling the male close to his chest, he laid his head down on his buddy's. It's okay, He said roughly. It's all right. It's okay...You did the right thing.
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No stonger allies no greater friends no bigger fighters of honor could a king behould then these assembled afore me mine brothers mine blood
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