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The moment he started shouting in pain, John dropped Micah to the ground as the three ran to him as fast as they could. Missing him just by a hair as the boy laid there, dramatically and without another care in the world. "Are you ok, Roshi?" Orit asked, helping the boy to his feet. "I hope you are not injured." "I am not, don’t worry," Micah said, looking at the person in front of him still screaming his heart out as though he felt his skin start to burn and peel off, almost like someone poured acid on his face. He screamed incoherent nothings and curses at the boy and literally everyone he could name at the moment. Many names that Micah heard and broke out into a smile, immediately keeping his composure. I know those names. This man is really going to be very interesting. "What
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