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"Creator?"
She laughed, obviously relieved. "Oh, good. What does it say?"
He sat down. "Throw it to me."
"Okay, Adeline. Get some sleep."
He said nothing more, his expression going cold when she wasn't looking. "Stop it," Sam muttered gruffly, trying to keep calm. He knew if he got...
She followed. "Thanks.."
She tilted her head. "What is it?"
"Indeed it is."
"Don't worry over nothing. You'll see."
"I had a feeling you were," he replied.
"Okay. I'll look the best I can."
She nodded, handing them to him and pulling on her shirt.
"You do have a ball. Good work."
"I'm serious. You're just helping the angel."
Sam rolled his eyes. "Familiar battles are a thing in some places, though it's good generally."
"Where?"
"Something is at the window."
Francis closed the door behind him, setting James on the floor near his toys.
"You know you're not fightining tomorrow, right?"
"With more practice he can be out longer."
