[P] [m] Ignorance is a Menace to Peace
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[[Forward dated to the night of 1/23
WC: 622]]

The beast was covered from head to toe in sawdust, the thick stench of pine and the humidity of toil against his pelt. His trusty axe was propped against his shoulder and he was headed toward the Estate. He'd finished his work with wood for the day, felling a two whole pines before dawn, cutting them down to size and carrying them back from Gaspesia in very many trips. He'd run out of places to put it, but it was certainly something that Sapient could use, so his piles were stacked outside of the city of Bathurst for now, until he found a better place to cram it until their stores had gone down.

Each breath was a huff, and he'd certainly worked himself hard this time. His usual was one pine, with two skirts of the territory in the morning, and two at night, with the doubling that he had offered Kin. Today, he'd managed two pines, and it wiped him clean of any energy he'd stored since his last traverse of neutral territory. It was a welcomed exhaustion, but it had left him with little in the means of defending himself should a fight rise up. It would be best if he were to call it a day and take a dip in the ocean, before falling into a sleep that he was sure would be thick and steady. Woodchips, after all, were not a pleasant thing to sleep with.

Upon entering the Estate's main entrance, he glanced at the stairs. His whole frame was sore from the work he'd done, but he wasn't about to complain. Dutifully and carefully, so as not to shatter a step under his weight, he made his way up the staircase and took the corner that lead to the door of the cell he had claimed. He was becoming familiar with the space inside of this residence. It was a strange feeling after not having a place to come home to in a long while. Broad hand opened the door, entering the room and finding the axe to it's place against the far wall, in the opposing corner as his nest. As he turned to leave the room, he couldn't help but glance over it.

Furs in one corner, weapon against the wall, and the clothing he'd gathered folded in a shabby manner between them. It was a sparse living arraignment, with very little comfort and even less in the room that made him an individual. To him, however, it was the most he'd every had at one time. He breathed deeply for a moment, attempting to catch that huff and return it to a more regulated rhythm. Sapient wasn't so bad, was it? There seemed to be little to worry over and plenty of work to keep him busy. Akantha aided him in acting less like a caveman in order to fit in, but every pack would have their cultures to get used to. Even if he couldn't trust anyone, his distrust seemed unwarranted in the grand scheme of things.

The soldier turned away from the wall and the window upon it and returned to the doorway from which he entered. With his hand on the door, he lingered for a moment, gazing out into the hall as a though crossed silently in his mind,” Hmn,” Gravelly tune uttered in a rather pleasant tone, rather unlike himself, and he gentle closed the door behind his massive frame after leaning over to move through it. He turned to ensure the room was well closed, his hand thoughtfully placed upon the wooden barrier. Peace, perhaps, wasn't such a bad thing.
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ONLY A FEW FIND THE WAY, SOME DON'T RECOGNIZE IT WHEN THEY DO, SOME DON'T WANT TO


In the time since Kenji had been brought to Sapient, his wound had been healing nicely with the combined effort of Miwa and Max. As much as she didn't like working with the golden man simply because of his attitude, he did have the tools to do the proper cleaning, and likely could have done it better than Miwa with her own limited supplies. Although that was the case, Miwa herself provided the tools that actually counted towards his healing process. The disinfectant had worked to heal the tissue in his wound and close it shut. It may scar just from the mistreatment it had gotten without the two Sapient members' help, but with the kind of man that the darker male was, Miwa was sure he wouldn't mind it. It wouldn't be long before the man and his son would be able to leave Sapient and be on their way. No point in him staying after he was completely healed unless the two of them had actually decided to join up with the pack.

In the time that the Itō woman had been taking care of the darker man, she had learned about two of his attackers. The one who had given him the infected wound in the first place had been found and already dealt with. There was no reason to seek him out again unless he decided to attack someone else, or at least anyone who came to her asking for help and at least had some kind of relationship with her. Kenji was by no means a friend, but someone that Miwa did keep an eye on him and his son since the two of them seemed to be bumping into each other. It also helped that the two of them spoke her native tongue, while the only person who did here was her brother.

That just left one other person. Shaamah. She didn't expect someone from her own pack to attack him, but after hearing that it was Shaamah, she couldn't say that she was surprised. If the beast couldn't deal with her, what made her think that he could put up with the other male? She had already dealt with one problem, so now it was time to take care of the other one.

The Itō woman slipped on her new set of clothing, making sure that it was nice and fit before she moved to the door of her room, opening it, and heading out into the hallways of the upper floor. Miwa's ears turned as she heard a soft noise coming from down the hall. She couldn't recall ever being to the beast's room, so she would have to either rely on luck to find him tonight, or just wait until the next morning, when it would be much easier to find him. Just as she had hoped, she noticed the beast moving back into his room and shutting the door behind him. From the sound of things, he was starting to have a good night. A shame that she would have to come by and ruin it for him. Miwa moved over to the door, knocking on it, though she did not announce herself. If she had, he would likely ignore her until she went away.


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WC: 1044

It was something he'd never experienced, be it the fault of his own or not. Peace. Even as this young pack blossomed, there were no wars over it's boundaries, few scraps in the neutral space between it's neighbors and scant in the ways of petty items such as thievery and murder. Such things didn't worry these people, and though they were on their guard when with rouges and potential new arrivals, they managed to keep their lives free from the worry of what could be. Shaamah didn't feel as if he could never reach that state of mind purely by choice, but the aspect of so many people able to rest easy in their borders, though novel to him, was inspiring. To be so free of the weight that knowledge of potential threats offered, or completely accepting of them, was so greatly against Shaamah's instinct, though, that he couldn't even have feigned to relax so readily.

Large foot-paws carried the man in a saunter over to the window, his gaze cast down upon the line of snow that rested outside on the ledge, and then down to the clearing that surrounded the estate. Much of the west end of Bathurst could be seen, and had he ever looked through the glass panes before, the strip of buildings that were absent where the river ran through the dead city might not have such a curious and haunting sight. Knowing nothing of the fall of man, the warriors mind could only picture what may have happened in their final hours. Despite the dilapidation of the buildings to the workings of nature, there were no signs of some great war even with the hangars so near in neutral territory. It was strange to him, but he'd never considered the last moments of this world's previous residents. He'd never quite been in a peaceful state of mind to even care. Was this the very podium that Sapient stood upon? Knowledge over existence? Or was it all one in the same?

That frame of mind, however, was brutally interrupted by the least of the retired warlord's expectations. A frown cast upon his already stern countenance. Not even Akantha attempted to rap upon his door, an certainly no one save Maximillian Barnet would dare. The idea that this visit could be anything less than foul news hadn't crossed his mind. Heterochromic eyes fell upon the axe that rested in the corner to his side. A short internal debate would have him leave it against the wall, rather than pluck if from it's perch and greet his unexpected visitor while armed. A deep breath was taken in, lungs heaving silently as he made his way stiffly toward the door with crooked shoulders. The wood working he'd accomplished had been might unforgiving. A broad hand wrapped thick fingers about the cool metal of the door's handle, the bolt removed from the strike plate with a wary twist of his wrist. A slow groan echoed through the hall from the hinges, and bi-hued gaze hardened at the sight that he beheld before him.

Ito Miwa, Sapient's claimed Healer.

The woman had come in a different skin today, but it was still the Ito woman and a familiar foul taste in his mouth the very same. The fire of amber and the apathetic chill of azure bore into her and rather than peek his head through a crack, as most did with unwanted visitors, the beast found the door opened to it's full extent. Finally removing his hand paw from the door as it found the best place to rest in it's hinges, black lips parted with careful words,” Ito Miwa,” He spoke in his usual gruff tone, low and barely a hum. His expression certainly showed his displeasure in his guest but pack ordained rules carried him a bit more formally to the child that he would have chosen to be on his own accord,” What is it you need?”

Now, here, the soldier stood on a very fine line. His existence was rules and how they were kept, even if he managed to find loopholes in them, they were not often taken should he need to defend himself. This case would be no different. Should another Sapien come to him in question of the events that transpired at his doorway, the warrior would like to on the end where rules were not broken or even taken lightly. It was unfortunately for him that the inter-pack peace was often found with those who would take advantages of that very protection. Miwa should know that it was his appointed duty to suffocate the embers of a squabble before they ignited. This, as well as his very clear distaste for the woman and what she stood for, did not find him in a favorable situation in the slightest. Yet, this could be of a greater importance than a simple issues between the two of them, marking it's initiation on a likely miscommunication and two stubborn minds between them.

”Does Sapient require something of me?” This sentence came almost immediately after the last, voiding any claim that she might have assumed of his own personal desire to aid her in any goals she might have sought him out for. He would certainly rather toil the night through than be bothered with some trifling issue that crumbled the poor child's precious ego. It was only after this last inquiry he offered her that his mind tempted to dabble in his own history for items she might have plucked at. Save for the bar-fight he'd initiated, that Miwa knew well enough about, there wasn't anything the beast could muster up as a fault in his own accordance that hadn't fallen in line with the order of Sapient. His patrols had doubled, his work was well performed. The woman must certainly have dug up something juicy for her to have broken their long silence and arrive so readily at his door. Confidence never came at the expense of those who exercised it, unless, that is, it came at ignorance's steady hand.
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OOC - +400 words.


ONLY A FEW FIND THE WAY, SOME DON'T RECOGNIZE IT WHEN THEY DO, SOME DON'T WANT TO


Miwa could hear the slow moving footsteps coming from the room she waited outside of. It was almost as if Shaamah knew that it was her standing outside of his room. She could hear the steps stop for a moment before they continued again. They were still slow. It seemed that whatever form of peace Miwa heard him have before, she was about to ruin it. It wasn't like she cared too much really. The two of them had already been avoiding each other and for good reason. The beast didn't care much for Miwa's attitude, so she didn't care for him. If he did not wish to seek her out again for healing, then that was fine. She just wondered what it might be like if he couldn't find another healer to look after him, or left it alone to get it infected rather than coming back to her. The thought made a small grin form on her muzzle. If only it could actually happen. Perhaps sometime in the future.

Amethyst eyes of the Itō woman moved up to the dark man as he finally got to the door, and opening it. His bi colored eyes soon turned down on her, and there was the clear look of dislike in his face. His eyes scanned over the dark woman and the clothes that she wore, noticing that it was different. His voice came forth, speaking her name. His tone was low, just as she expected it would be. He would have to put up with her for now though. She wasn't about to be leaving anytime soon.

The beast first asked if there was something that she needed, though he soon seemed to correct himself, asking if Sapient needed anything of him. It seemed he was doing everything he could to avoid whatever brought Miwa here in the first place. He seemed to catch on to the fact that she wasn't here on behalf of the pack, but rather for herself. The jackal wolf leaned on her side, propping her body against the wall just outside of her door. Her eyes moved up to lock with his, "Sapient doesn't, but I do." She paused a moment, watching for the new look of disgust that would soon come to his face. A sigh moved past her lips, "I hear you got in a fight with a certain japanese man. That true?" It was bad enough that the male had come to her with an infected wound, but to hear that he had also gotten beaten by Shaamah didn't help make her job easier. The best thing to do was make sure the two of them stayed away from each other as long as he was staying here.


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WC: 883

Silence lingered in the threshold of the beast's Estate cell and two dominant souls peering into each other, neither willing to back away from a high shouldered and ascendant posture. That was, until the woman leaned against the frame. Heterochromic glare hadn't wavered from her own, his hackles shivering in anticipation. As much as he'd like to think he had little willpower, instinct bade him back and enacted upon Sapient's laws, without a second thought. As her words left her masked countenance, Shaamah couldn't say he was surprised. Imagine that. The self-serving needed further serving to themselves. Stern expression was static as she searched him for a change in his demeanor. He was being tempted into a drama that he wasn't interested in.

She wouldn't retrieve a word from him at her first comment, but the second bout to slip her mouth was enough to make the beast furrow his brow. Eyes narrowed at her, a slight upward tilt of his crown claiming him, on side of his muzzle wrinkling. Though, this was not the look Miwa had wanted. The anger was subsequent only to the silent question that claimed him. Was she absolutely daft? Not only to act upon a rumor, though true it may be, it seemed she had confronted him as immediately as she could about it. There was no leadership here to give a backbone to her accusations, and there was no Japanese man here, to point the finger at the line-up of offenders. Miwa was ignoring her chain of command and acting upon her own accord. Then again, the warrior shouldn't be surprised. Undermining seemed to be something she had a knack for.

Finally, his maw parted to her after she had chided him, “I am of Opus Rank, Ito Miwa. Combat is my purpose,” His voice was flat and indifferent to what exactly the woman needed from him, but his flag lifted behind him. Of anything to accuse the soldier for, to accuse him of getting into a fight was the least of his worries. It was his vocation be it inside, or outside, of Sapient's boundaries. Especially, when enemies lurked so close to Sapient's borders.

Now, the beast knew nothing of Europe or it's states, and as such, had little understanding of what it was to be a Japanese man. Call it what you will, but Shaamah's education was often performed in a 'thrown to the wolves' type manner. Despite this, he was not a foolish man. He'd been found with two foreign encounters since his time in Sapient, each short battle ending with the beast holding his ground. Both of them had been a challenge to his strength, but only one of them had been a man. Shaamah could only assume it was that man she inquired of with such demanding tone. The agitator inside of him wanted to hold his tongue and simply watch Miwa as she failed to interrogate him, but within pack law, held tongues were held secrets. He had nothing to hide from this pest.

Explain how it is you would define getting into a fight,” Shaamah's condescending tone seeped through black lips, his expression returning to his stern, yet loathing glare,” Do you define it as a solitary walk through the forests up the mountain? Or would you define it as a stalker that bid his time in the trees, to drop upon travelers as they passed?” The beast crossed his arms across his chest, a breath in calmed the rising roil in his throat. His heated blood simmered, but his patience was already worn thin by her presence and her accusation,” Perhaps, you would define it as a man of foreign tongue with an inquiry to your pack claim and it's residents. Word alone would have sufficed for the innocent, Ito Miwa, but a growl does not tempt peace. A threat is not to be taken lightly,” Her name was poison on his tongue, but he remained diligent to reiterate it. If she sought to be a fool about this situation, he'd likely have to remind her of her name, as well,” Or should I have stood idly by as Sapient and it's surrounding lands were taken lightly?”

He didn't expect Miwa to understand the concept of surrounding lands, scouting and daily patrol, if she couldn't accept these facts alone. Certainly, a simple 'yes' would have sufficed for an answer, but the woman seemed to be yearning for Shaamah's fury, be it ever so subtle at this moment. To parade about a pack, leveling on the lowest tier of talent, and aim to direct her peers in their actions would not bode well with the soldier, at all. He knew his place, and it was at the very same level. Taking orders, serving his duties and reporting back to those high above his own rank. That was their purpose. The shifty business of slithering beneath the noses of their superior wouldn't claim Shaamah with any sort of submission. The woman would need to learn of her rank before she found herself homeless, again. Such disrespect was a challenge to their Sagax, be it purposeful or not.
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OOC - +600 words.


ONLY A FEW FIND THE WAY, SOME DON'T RECOGNIZE IT WHEN THEY DO, SOME DON'T WANT TO


Miwa could feel the tension growing between the two warriors. Silence had come over the both of them, though given Shaamah, this was nothing new. It was only a matter of time before one of them broke this silence and spoke. It wasn't about to be Miwa though. She had already said what needed to be said. All that was left was hear what the beast had on it. Miwa's eyes had moved up as she noticed the change in his face. His eyes narrowed down to her, and it must have been about something she said. The show of anger only served to give Miwa the same treatment that he was giving to her. What right did he had to give her such a look? It's not like her statement was meant to spark something big. The jackal wolf felt her tail curl up more as her amethyst gaze narrowed on the scarred man in front of her. She was not afraid of him.

The tone in which the beast address her with was not surprising, though what was was the wording that he decided to use. She knew he was of the same tier rank that she was. Did he think she had just completely forgotten about that? The reason she came here had nothing to even do with their rank, but rather someone who was staying, or had been given how long Kenji was willing to stay and recover here. Her teeth shone forth as her muzzle curled upwards, "I know that Shaamah. I'm not stupid." How dare he even thing that she was.

It was entirely possible that Shaamah just had no idea who she was talking about, but how hard was it to miss or forget? Kenji himself wasn't the best at speaking English, at least no where near as good as his son, and probably wouldn't mind speaking his native tongue in front of strangers. But then again, this beast probably didn't even know the language she was talking about. He was probably just clueless on it. It wouldn't surprise her in the slightest.

The Itō woman once again watched his face change, his voice coming back again. She was ready to answer him, but it seemed he had other plans. He wasn't done talking yet. Just what did he think he was trying to accomplish by speaking like this to her? Again it seemed he was questioning her intelligence. What made him think that she was a complete idiot? Here she was coming just to make sure that the two of them wouldn't be fighting again, but no. He had to take it one step further. Miwa could feel the anger growing inside of her as he just kept going on. It was as if he was lecturing her for something she had done wrong or assumed he had done something wrong. It was not the case at all. When Shaamah's mouth finally closed, his voice not coming out, she took this opportunity to turn on him. A growl passed through her teeth. Her hand moved up, pressing a finger against his chest, "Where do you fucking get off talking to me like that? Do you take me for some kind of moron?" She gave a pause, her eyes turning from a narrow to a glare. She wasn't going to stand for this, "Now you listen to me you jackass, I am not stupid. I may be small, but I can fight. I've been fighting since I was young. I can just as easily protect this place as you can. How dare you belittle me as if I know nothing!"

Miwa gave a huff through her nostrils. She moved her hand down from him, but her eyes remained as they were. Her arms crossed as she continued, "I just came to make sure you stayed away from Kenji while he was staying her, but no, you had to be a little bitch didn't you?"


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((OOC: Feel free to have Miwa follow him, or try to prevent him from leaving. Lol I'd love more trouble to stir up between them!!!

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It appeared that she wasn't capable of taking a taste of her own flavor. Her lips curled and her fangs unsheathed, the woman unable to contain her anger that was sure to rise as he continued on. She chose to be so thoughtless with the way in which she treated her peers, it was time for a reckoning. She'd already given Shaamah a grand display of her abilities, which seemed to include vastly misplaced dominance and an abundant inability to control herself when presented with something that she didn't like. Shaamah's insults may run rampant in his mind, but his mouth often held them at bay. Had she not asked for such a reaction with her vague question, and had the beast had not already assumed her affiliation with the foreigner she was likely speaking of, he'd have been given reason to let the whole thing go. It turned out, the soldier had a certain soft-spot when it came to mutiny.

The lack of trust was thick in his voice and in his posture, but he remained static to his position and calm in his tune. If the woman sought to receive the very same rise out of him as he'd earned from her, she would be poorly rewarded. After he'd spoken his piece, a growl slipped from her throat and she prodded a finger into the solid muscle of his chest. The soldier resisted retaliation, gratitude to Akantha would be expressed at a later date. Hackles could give no further rise, his flag as heightened as it could be, but his expression remained stern and fixed to Miwa's amethyst glare.

One thing the soldier hadn't expected was the words in which she'd managed to vomit from her silver mouth. Certainly she should understand where he'd find the notion to address her so, and more importantly, her ability to fight wasn't even brought about. He had certainly hinted that she wasn't capable of doing her job, but the idea that she was incapable of a fight was a fool's game. The woman fought with anything she could, as long as there was a fight to be had. She couldn't control her mouth, and Shaamah felt no alteration to his understanding as she continued to run it.

When protection of Sapient slipped her mouth, the bridge of his muzzle wrinkled as a snarl begged to be released. Pupils tapered and muscles tensed as she pulled away, folding her arms and huffing like a child. Her petty little retort wasn't even immediately considered as his lips parted to return to her, a growl struggling to be contained even as his tone remained unagitated comparatively,“ I've never questioned your talent in combat, but here you have come to me while harboring a man who has assaulted your fellow Sapien, and in defense of him, no less,” He began. That point alone should have been enough to make Miwa reconsider her actions and if it hadn't, she truly was a loss to the pack as a whole,” The likeliness that the two of you have come from the same place is hard to question in dress and language. Am I to believe that your only intelligence may lay in combat, as your ability to judge situations based upon the safety and longevity of Sapient seems null and void? I cannot question that you clearly have little to no concern for the suspicious activities that you've portrayed yourself in,” He breathed,” Perhaps, it is you who should maintain space between you and your latest rogue charge because the reflection upon you is more than disreputable.

The soldier no longer sought the serene company of his Estate cell and his hand grasped the handle on the outside of the door, clasping it with a gentle grip and continuing his unneeded defense of the child's chiding,” You deride and degrade upon your own service, yet when such treatment is returned to you, it seems you are incapable of retaining your calm, retracting your request and removing yourself before you've made an error. The guilty rarely find little guilt, but rise is something they are found fond of. You are, in fact, a fool if you believe that you may treat your peers as inferior without consequence. My retaliation was not unwarranted and your submission is an inevitability,” The gravelly note ended shortly despite his way of speaking seeming more of an irritation conversation than the argument," I take my leave of you,” The soldier moved through his threshold, taking unhindered steps whether Miwa was willing to get out of his way or not. He was leaving the room, and she was not going to stop him if she sought to to chide him further. A dip in the frosty waters on the shore would be much more needed now, rather than to wait until his body relaxed. Seeing, of course, that wasn't going to happen any time soon thanks to the feisty little wretch that nipped at his heels.

“And were I a bitch, I'd be better capable of whelping,” His low tune rose one last time in the silence of the hall, calm and unwavering as he met her in a glance downward,” It appears that the task better suits you, Ito Miwa.” He gifted her a last delightful departure, no grin gracing his features and no pride in himself at the comment as she had shown, before his eyes met the staircase.
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OOC - +600 words.


ONLY A FEW FIND THE WAY, SOME DON'T RECOGNIZE IT WHEN THEY DO, SOME DON'T WANT TO


Miwa knew that she was quick to take charge and knew that she was quick to be angered. She knew that she had her own faults, but that never stopped her before, so why would it now? Shaamah was not making things any easier for her either. He didn't take to her display of dominance. They may have been the same rank, but that would soon be different. Miwa was always working towards her goal. Just because it was still winter and she was forced to slow down in her studies did not mean that she had been completely stopped. There was no one above her aside from the leaders. He was her only competition. All she needed to do was prove her worth more than him. She could easily do that. He may have been calm now, but what would happen when she was the one on top of him? What choice would he have then?

Miwa bared her teeth as she listened to the beast once again. He again questioned her ability to address situations. She knew that all of this was Kenji's fault. He was blunt in telling her that the reason Shaamah had beaten him was because he challenged the beast. The japanese man was much like Ren in a sense. Perhaps that was why she connected with him and his condition more than she would have. She knew full well that Ren was at fault for his own actions, but that didn't matter. She shook her head before her amethyst eyes turned up to focus on his bi-colored ones, "Kenji is responsible for his own faults. It was his son who came to me asking to help. As soon as Kenji is fine, he'll leave, and I'll make sure he's not a trouble to Sapient. He was stupid to challenge you while he was already injured in the first place."

The Itō woman could feel the anger rising inside of her again. Shaamah didn't stop. He did seem to make the connection that they were similar in some aspects, but that didn't mean that she fully sided with the darker man. Who was he to question her care about Sapient. If she didn't care about the pack, then what would be the point in being a part of it? What would be the point of being one of the members who was part of keeping it safe? Besides that, it wasn't like she was harboring him here. Nivosus knew that he and his son had been staying here. She assured him that Kenji and Kenshin would not be a problem. The only one who was a problem where was Shaamah himself.

The jackal wolf's eyes moved down to the beast's hand as it moved down to the handle of his door. Was he planning to leave already? That was fine. She was getting sick of him berating her and her intelligence. Although this was the case, she was not completely done with him. He had to make his last few comments. The one that bugged her the most was not that seeing others as inferior would not go unnoticed, but that her submission would be inevitable. Inevitable? What made him think that was the case? No. He was wrong about that. She glared at his words, "No, you're wrong Shaamah.. and I look forward to the day when you will come crawling to me looking for my help. Just you wait and see." Her eyes followed him as he left his room wandering off. She was getting fed up with him anyways. She waited, watching him move before she turned in her own direction. This was such a waste of time.


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