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... The sky was still dark with stars in the west, over the ocean.
“You’re up early?” Erick asked as he sat down at the kitchen table, and poured himself a cup of coftea from the pot on the table. “I guess I’m up early, too.”
Poi frowned as he flipped homefries on the stove. He was mad at something, or more likely, someone.
Erick asked, “Want to talk about it?”
Poi blurted, “I confronted the people who blocked me from noticing you were wormed. It did not go well, but ...
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