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«No enseñes una navaja si no vas a usarla, tullida estúpida.» Señaló el Magus, en lo que acataba su empujón. «No vuelvas a sugerir algo así, porque no solo voy a cagar sangre, sino que lo haré dentro de tu estómago para que te asfixies con mierda como si fuesen mochis.»
