Sometimes, I wondered if I might speed up his words by grabbing his wrists and finishing his gestures for him. — Erik Bundy, Magic and Murder Among the Dwarves
Sometimes, I wondered if I might speed up his words by grabbing his wrists and finishing his gestures for him. — Erik Bundy, Magic and Murder Among the Dwarves
Sometimes, I wondered if I might speed up his words by grabbing his wrists and finishing his gestures for him. — Erik Bundy, Magic and Murder Among the Dwarves
Sometimes, I wondered if I might speed up his words by grabbing his wrists and finishing his gestures for him. — Erik Bundy, Magic and Murder Among the Dwarves
Sometimes, I wondered if I might speed up his words by grabbing his wrists and finishing his gestures for him. — Erik Bundy, Magic and Murder Among the Dwarves
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Sometimes, I wondered if I might speed up his words by grabbing his wrists and finishing his gestures for him.

— Erik Bundy, Magic and Murder Among the Dwarves
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