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Stories on demand

-I did not want..... -Come to me. calmly but also sternly said the voice. I approached him. My master sat in an armchair and menacingly slapped the glass on his palm. I didn't mean to be late... “Did I give you my word now? And I think I taught you how to address me. I looked away and quietly knelt down. I placed my hands on my hips, palms down. “Forgive me for being late, my lord. — Clever. - he got up from his chair and began to walk around me - Do you know what is due for being late? he stopped behind me..........