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Ellary had said nothing to Art since she had crashed her fist into his jaw. She had grunted at him a couple of times, notably when she had maliciously brought an extra ten pounds of potatoes for him to carry back from the market. Now she was striding ahead of him while he tried to keep up. She was seriously pissed off with him, and felt that she had every right to be.
Art didn’t think there was any way for him to make her purchases weigh any less, so he struggled on hoping that she would get down off of her high horse long enough to realize that not telling her about the death of his girlfriend must have been a very hard decision. It was a bit over a mile from the marketplace to Master Jangon’s yard, and she was showing no signs of slowing down. Art’s arms were burning when he placed
