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Chapter 0082

We'll be fine, I said, and my she-wolf snorted.

"You're abstracted in the same way your father was abstracted when he was thinking about something important," Rita said, and that snapped me out of my thoughts. "But something tells me your temper is more like your late mother's."

"Pusillanimous?" ask
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