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[Bless him. Truly. She cradles it between her fingers, but it's clumsy form. The smoke is more refined than Pinocchio's cigars, needling at her nostrils. She watches the embers swell at its tip.]

What has, so far?

[She purses her lips.]

Did you know them well?

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