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War with Dwarves
"Are you being serious right now!?" Riley covered her ears at the loud voice of the youngest girl among them. Her face was red, nose flaring, eyes glaring, and gritting her teeth, she had also smack one Phil's head, and truthfully, Riley really wanted to do that too to him. "I'm sorry, okay? No one really could go through those pagan midgets. They were scary with long beards, fully geared, their eyes were sharp and scary, their weapons were also intense! If you're there, you're going to come out empty-handed as well, or if you have got one, you're already dying." Phil ranted, glaring back at Raelle and feeling frustrated that they wouldn't believe his exaggeration, and chose to judge his manliness for retreating from the level. "And now you're going to include us with your level!?" Rael
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