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Chapter 11 by MidbossMan MidbossMan

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Bugs decides to hit

Bugs shoulders shook with another low chuckle. "Naaaw, a little hand like this don't suit me. Hit me with another one, mate, and make it a tasty one," she insisted, running her tongue back over her upper row of fangs.

"Now, while the cards may be different colors, I would like to reassure you: they're all the same flavor," Robin reiterated.

"Which is?"

"Paper."

"Shame, that. Room for improvement in the future, I'd say."

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