It’s at the top of the stairs on the first level of the Magician’s store. A locked door, by far the simplest out of all the extravagant looking doors in the store, he’s never entered. And they’re back at it.
“You made me go through all those chores for an insignificant girl? Who made the request?” If it’s not the girl, then it must be the sponsor. The Magician spun a finger in the air.
“You wouldn’t understand,” Rodrigo told me in the least offensive way. “How so?” “You don’t have a penis,” Achi answered.
I let the snake out Achilles, 22
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