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"Miss Dancer," Waverly relit his pipe, pausing befoe he spoke to her; his bushy eyebrows arched as he did so.
“I know you’re putting on a brave face at the loss of your partner, but my dear I want to make sure you’re truly ready for this assignment?”
April shifted her position in her chair, choosing her words carefully before responding to her boss.
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