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He was being stubborn about this, this male that was so against slavery to the point he believed slaves should kill their masters. Amy really did wonder what had gone on between them to make him so adamant. There didn't seem to be anything particularly outstanding about what had happened. They'd drunk, they'd had sex. That was the whole of their relationship. She had to wonder if Hadley had asked for anything or done anything to warrant such a strange request.
This was still a sale though, so Amy would play along for now. Sixteen bottles. The good kind, filled to the top. Some hare brained coyote had thought it was funny to try to sell her half full bottles once. Amy had been the one laughing at the end, the coyote squealing with pain under her touch. It was still rather suspicious though. Amy squinted her eyes at him, trying to figure out if he was lying about what he said. Why would you want him? You're against slavery. You made that plenty clear last night.
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