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"You are not thinking, are you my waxling? I didn't make you to think." "Occasionally", Meg admited, "I have a thought." "Well, Makings such as you are difficult and seldom flawless. You keep away from Domina Pearl. Shes buissniss for us, but she is ruthless. I don't want you anywhere near in her thoughts." "I thought you said she is mostly imagination." "So she is", Faey said sotfly, "and so are you. She'd melt you down like a chandle if you got in her way. Dont niggle arguments at me, just keep out of her shadow." "Yes Faey." "I want you to go above, I need certain things. Don't be long; we'll have to work by noon."
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