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"Don't mention it. We should get you to the nearest town though." Zidane said, grabbing the wallet and checking inside. He smirked as he saw how much gil was inside. "Damn that guy was rich." He said in a happy tone, smiling as he put it back. "I'm Zidane. What might your name be?" He asked, extending a hand out to the silver haired boy. 'Damn they beat this boy up badly. I'd hate to see what they were gonna do to him.' Zidane thought to himself, not wanting to know cause it would only anger him further. "C'mon I won't hurt you." He said, thinking that's what the boy probably thought.
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