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Abel shook his head. "You're such an idiot."
"Hey! You were the one that dragged me to an auction house," Kris pouted petulantly. Abel stood up.
"Fine, I've had enough today anyway."
Kris grinned. He liked it when he won. "You go on. I'm gonna pick up my purchase. See ya later." Abel should know him well enough to know he'd be excited about this. He'd take the slave home right away to start playing. He followed the attendant to a back room. Now he actually got to see his slave. He'd been pretty far back, so he couldn't make out specifics well.
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