tell me where it hurts
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he was a demanding fellow, no?
her inquisitive nature made her obey, wishing to know what he had in store. forever a slave to knowledge, the girl merely wanted to learn more. if he could provide her some intellect in exchange for her assistance... she considered that a fair trade indeed. as he drew the circle, and told her where to sit, Huntington would sit there and face him. he settled on the opposite side, seemingly no longer hindered by his various wounds after her work had been complete.
a brow raised slightly as she looked at the cloth bag, but she said nothing to him. no doubt he would tell her when the appropriate time was right. perhaps even soon. yes, she bet on 'soon'. why else would he ask her to sit down and bring the bag forward? unless he was going to go on a long speech about it - which she doubted - then t'was soon. the man seemed a straightforward brute. he was aggressive and almost feral. so there was some curiosity on what he would show her. who knew how the minds of others worked?
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