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Mysterious looked down at his glass, which was held between his right index and ring finger, and gave the glass a small shake, creating a ripple, with a downcast expression on his face. The girl's question bothered him. Right now he hadn't found this woman, obviously, but he wondered if he would.
"No... Not yet at least. I'm not even sure if she lives here anymore..." he muttered in a low tone, still examining the ripples that seemed to be very distracting him. He set down his glass and held up his head, looking away from the young sight hound's eager brown eyes.
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