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indent The stranger’s humor was dry, and Gabriel only offered him a thin, half-hearted smile in regards to the comment. While he had seen a thousand strange war wounds, none had ever made him consider smiling or laughing, no matter how much humor was involved. Injuries weren’t entertaining, no matter how the story went or how light hearted one tried to make it. At least, that was how Gabriel had been raised. “Do those mean anything?” He suddenly asked, eying the many tattoos on the tan stranger’s body.






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