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Chapter 21 by Ferisia Ferisia

What do you say?

“—Win you owe me two Lentimes”

“Deal.”

Your hands lock together. His grip is warm, strong, and a bit sweaty from precious exertions.

“Ready when you are, big guy,” you smirk, already feeling a thrill run through you.

Contest of strength!

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