“What am I?!” I shrieked at the absurd lovely man standing over me, “What have bạn done to me? I feel…different.”
“You were dying and . . .”
“And what?” I hissed.
“Did bạn hear anything I was explaining to bạn during the. . .uh . .transformation?” he asked desperately.
“No not really.”
“Well sit down and let me explain.” he đã đưa ý kiến pulling out a chair.
I glared at him, “I’ll stand”
He...
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