" "Ah! Sometimes I wonder I don't run amok and kill someone," said the Wastrel, in broken English. At the sight of her he became rigid and a singularly bright shade of pink. She could feel teenage girls from all corners of the room tensing, preparing to shriek. “But your sister,” he said. \"Want your pencil back?\" She asked him warily, squinting.
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