22: The Art of Picking Girls and Taking Blames

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“You must be really delusional if you think that I’m going to do what you want,” I said to Tricholris and would have done something as insolent as spitting in his face if only I could have enough control over my neck to do that. “Come on, no need to be like that with me Troy,” replied Trichloris as he crossed his legs in Buddha-like style and began to float in midair. “Maybe all you need is a little incentive.” He suddenly raised his hands towards Kendra and Vic and I saw a black substance moved all over their body before stopping right at their neck. “All I have to do is snap my fingers and they’ll be dead,” he said as he floated up within an inch of my face- that man must have gotten a degree in the study of getting on my nerves ’cause he was really doing a good job of it. But I said

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