You’re right, pup. So I’ll be sending you over to the Ishtar for sin to babysit until I get back. That’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.” ‘Now, that was a nice shade of indignation mottling the boy’s skin. Quite impressive, really. If he were a tea kettle, he’d be whistling like a train.’ – Sundown

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