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I will call him Small Bob, said Bob. He is a good monster. End of discussion.The Titan hefted his spear and they continued marching into the gloom.

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Rick Riordan
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: June 5
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Military City
USA
Richard Russell Riordan
Jr.
Richard Russell Riordan Jr
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Titan
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Gloom
Good
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