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His Unspeakable Mercies by betts
Natasha gestures to his shoulder. “The scars. The stump. Put some art on it.”
“Oh, sure. Great idea. Point me to the magic markers and we’ll make a day of it.”
“Cap the sass, Barnes. I mean like a tattoo.”
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