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"I do not need your charity."
Elusive hissed, and yet, he felt recoiled. It's not that Jango's words weren't true. Business was slow. And the last thing he wanted was to get to mid-winter and have to crawl back home to his parents. He loved them, and he knew they loved him, but his pride couldn't allow himself to take a loan from anyone-especially not his mother and father!
"But...since this is a job...then what exactly do you want?"
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