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"He turned off his bike, pocketing his keys. "I don't need a baby-sitter, Hunter." "No, you're special. You need three," I broke in. "There are three girls waiting for you on your doorstep, Black. Aw. Poor you." He shook his head. "You're a pain in my ass, Hamilton." I grinned. "I practiced on seven vampire brothers, remember? I could give classes."