Part 2, Chapter 45 A personality-wreck of a man threw a fit, grumbling that a punk with nothing to recommend except his face was getting on his nerves. What… what kind of rotten consolation is that? Timothy was briefly dumbfounded by the empathy-starved, my-pace attitude. Soon his shoulders began to shake. “Hahaha.” The laughter burst out, irresistible. “Can’t beat you....
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