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... with each inhale.
"No, bird mine. Dance, make wife stop screaming."
It eyed the potion, hesitating. But its simple mind prioritized the bird over liquor, so it refused the trade.
"Your bird’s still screaming. She’ll scream the whole way, and your wife will scream at home. You really want more of that?" the white-haired man pressed, stepping between the troll and the net, holding the glass bottle closer.
The troll’s green eyes studied him, its face as big as a mil ...
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