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... the smile from his face. Looking back up, it was impossible to tell if it was just his paranoia or reality; he swore that Samson's hand had gone closer to his sheathed blade, perched on his thigh.
"Excuse me?"
--Don't make me do this.
Ren asked with a slight chuckle, a part of him wanted to believe he misheard the man--or that he was at least joking around with him.
"We worked hard to gather that fruit; it ain't free, man."
"Yeah, I busted my ass getting ...
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