The Wastrel, his eyes full of humorous evil, stood inside the room. I packed them with the other few things I owned. No one ate with as much passionate gusto as a teenager could. I did not reckon upon—him. "And, now,—to Newgate. Ran in the family. But for now, I’d like to turn in, if you don’t mind. “I shan’t eat him.
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