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"I was trying to be sarcastic, but it seems sarcasm doesn't suit you. I am 22, just a year ahead of you," setting the goblet down he eyes Max. Looking him over, Elson can see color returning to the young man's face. "I suppose we should get down to business then. Don't you agree?"
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So life gave you lemons. Dilemma is...make lemonade, pie, or squirt life in the eye? I say do all three if you have enough of them.
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