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... kicking up.
"I just asked him to assist us in investigating the second prophet's creation of magic ... that primate with a" hair "drove us out." Constantine muttered, seemingly to himself.
But there seemed to be an empty side, but an echo came.
"Maybe it's your notoriety!"
"Are we friends?" Constantine flicked the ash from his yellow [color] windbreaker, picked up the cigarette **** that had just fallen to the ground because he was kicked out of the door, and hung it ...
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