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Your friend’s glare when you forget their birthday.
Your teacher’s glare when you mess up your presentation.
The divine glare of a bear you accidentally soul-bound to yourself after killing his besties.
That last one? Yeah. That’s my life right now.
After listening to the cryptic prophecy of that laughing maniac Trickster—which I totally didn’t understand, by the way, because vague poetic nonsense is clearly not my native language—I found myself right ...
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