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... funny!” said Kabir, his knives still chopping squash in time to the music. “It almost looked like The Bald General ran away from you!”
Alden’s astonishment was so complete that he stood there with a mind gone blank, gaping at the spot Joe had vacated. One of the mounds of sandwiches in the fridge, unbalanced by the wizard’s rummaging, slowly collapsed sideways onto the bare section of shelf where the trifle had been stored.
I was being friendly. Why on Earth would he run from me ...
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