And here it was again--same story, different face. Was this the way all women acted? Or just the women David Bentley picked? Or was it something inherently wrong within himself? Did he just pick insecure women who demanded more than their fair share of attention, or was he just a master of non-communication? Whatever the answer was, he mused as he phased out a half-dozen demons who suddenly appeared from behind a brick pillar in the Palace of Doom, he'd half to figure out later, because he could hear her voice in the background again.
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