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Chatting with the Frienemy
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked Brice. I kept my tone in check. I wasn’t demanding or even rude, despite my choice of curse words, just inquisitive.
He half shrugged as he leaned against the tree. “You brought a new wolf into our forest, and I wanted to know who it was.”
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