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... ces," Caeriel says, sounding displeased and... snooty.
It takes a little longer than I’d like to admit for his insults to pierce through the haze of confusion over meeting a Grim Reaper (with a phone!) in an abandoned parking lot, but once it does, I frown in his direction. "Maybe ask for favors less creepily, then."
This man can probably kill me with a flick of his wrist, but somehow I can’t help the snark coming out of me every time I talk.
I don’t like him.
He ...
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