Ephram left Bran and headed for the bookcase, eyeing the film cannisters skeptically.
"Titantic?" He snorts. "He's not a chick." He skimmed over promising titles--Excalibur, Men In Black, Ghost in the Shell--and then brightened when he saw the Matrix trilogy. He glances upwards. "I don't know who you are, but you just saved yourself an asskicking
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