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Bersambung, Awal publikasi Mar 24, 2018
'Gambler frowned. "QUIET" he hissed, and everyone went silent. "He stays with Dagger, then" 

    I watched in some disbelief as my fate was decided right before my eyes without consulting me. Dagger looked smug at first then seemed to realize that he had to handle me. "Whatever. This way, twerp" he hissed at me, grabbing my arm and dragging me roughly out of the tent.
..well, isn't THIS going to be fun.'
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