He wore a black tank top, black dress slacks. The blade didn't cut through the bones, though. Bert loved it. He was suspected of murders, but witnesses had a strange way of disappearing or forgetting what they'd seen.
I frowned, but nodded. He smiled a quick baring of teeth that flashed wolf fangs in the thickness of his beard. You do what you say you'll do, even if it's a bad thing. Yes, Ted, why is the tablecloth in front of the door.
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