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"Understood," nodded Dritz as he sat up with his empty plate and glass to take to the house his grandmother walked into. "Afraid to get your wings dirty?" He chuckled as he disappeared from view for a few moments to help with some of the dishes.
Emerging from the small home, he wiped his hands on his pants and leaned near the door way. "Are you done with your business for the rest of the day or will you be getting a midnight messenger?" Dritz whispered over to Azrael so he knew how much "fun" he could have tonight.
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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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