"I don't think you should say your name, Griffin." The blond male shopkeeper interrupted at the right time, his tone mixed with strong concern, "We still don't know how this world works..."
Griffin just waved his hand to silence the blond male shopkeeper. "I know what I'm doing, Steve," he said, looking straight at Harlow, almost lustfully, "You should call me Griffin."
Suddenly, Harlow thought of the family dog, Toto; it was hard to say whether this was a coincidence. She wanted to tell Griffin about it.
"Griffin. Stark. Griffin. There's something I want you to know." Harlow said, about her family's suspected lost dog, and the strong black humor in the dog's name from all aspects. color. To comment objectively, this does not look like Magneto’s handiwork. In this way, the blond male shop owner is right, no one can truly control this world.
And Griffin?
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