He didn’t seem to have any trouble with the mud. ‘ Your monster?’ The guy trudged towards me through the water. ‘What do you think I was doing? Now, who are you, and why are you fighting my monster?’ I hurt.Ěnd, yeah, I was a little embarrassed: the mightyĜarter Kane, head ofěrooklyn House, had been disgorged from a croc’s mouth like a giant hairball.
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