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“Did you really have to put it that way, Roshi?” Carvill asked as they sat on their carriage, on their way back home. “Put it what way? What is ‘it’ that we are talking about?” Micah asked, tilting his head to the side. “I don’t understand, Carvill.” “I find that very hard to believe.” He said, sighing slightly. “Honestly, Roshi, you could have tried to make it sound a little less like you are putting her in a slave contract and more like a partnership.” “I know that you are slightly protective of this woman, Carvill. But I need you to know that I have to find out just how far she is willing to go to achieve her dreams. I have no need for someone that is not willing to go just a little further.” “You sure are cruel, sometimes, Roshi,” Carvill said, looking right at the boy as he beg
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