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At Cort's words, I snorted. “Cort, I’m serious,” I chastised.

“So am I.” He pushed off the counter and began pacing. “He’s always had an ego the size of a cathedral. I poke at it, he snarls, and while he’s busy glaring, you get what you need. It’s foolproof.”

I eyed him mockingly. “Nothing involvi...

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