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((Spree!))

As she asked if he would wait so she could ask her mother, he almost groaned. At least, until he had an excellent idea. "Your mother already knows. Your father too. I asked permission before I even came to find you, Juliet." He ignored the fact she'd sneezed on him. He ignored her avowal of dislike. It didn't much matter to him. All he wanted was to be rid of the little brat before much longer. He didn't want her dead or anything, just out of his hair. She annoyed him and she was always underfoot. "They both approved, as long as we were careful." For a moment, he wanted to send the rat on a 'snipe' hunt. Sadly, she probably knew the truth about snipes, that they didn't exist. However, her wishy washy little mind loved flowers, and he was going to lead her somewhere far away. With no flowers.


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