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“Bollocks!” “Swear to God.” “You’re making it up!” “That’s what she said, Axel. Verbatim.” He snorts in disbelief or disgust. “So she’s as daft as you are!” “Then she fed me filet mignon from her fingers and said if my monsters ever need a home, they have one in her.” “Christ on a cracker!” I’m taken aback by his shouting. He never raises his voice. The closest I’ve seen him come to losing his temper is once at a coffee shop when the server gave him green tea instead of Earl Grey. His look of scorn was so savage, the poor girl nearly burst into tears. “This is the most worked up I’ve ever heard you before.” “I’ve never had to deal with this much insanity before. And that’s saying something, considering I worked at a psychiatric hospital for five years.” “You worked at a psychiatr
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