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Miles felt Lag's teeth graze his hand. "Dear, what are you doing?"
Lang looked up at him. "Gnawing, I thought that was obvious."
Miles shook his head. As long as Lang didn't draw blood, he was fine.
Miles felt Lag's teeth graze his hand. "Dear, what are you doing?"
Lang looked up at him. "Gnawing, I thought that was obvious."
Miles shook his head. As long as Lang didn't draw blood, he was fine.
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