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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2a4971; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px; letter-spacing: 2px;"]Idir brí is idir muir, Tá mé i dtiúin
The voice was young. And Michael's own words quickly further cued her in. This was a child. A child who didn't know better. Which meant family might be... Unlikely. Or they hadn't done good in instruction. The smaller dealer blinked.
She breathed out softly, thinking. "Well that's okay, but later you should find out who lives 'ere and say sorry to them, not us," she'd offer gently.
"Your basket?" So she had something. Not nothing. She hummed quietly and dipped her head. "Okay. Well my name's Keona, Adelaide. Me 'an Michael are Dealers 'ere; we help run this place, called the Typhoon. Would you like to take us to your basket?" It sounded like she cared about it, and it would take them out of the unfortunate house.
[/td][/tr][/table]She breathed out softly, thinking. "Well that's okay, but later you should find out who lives 'ere and say sorry to them, not us," she'd offer gently.
"Your basket?" So she had something. Not nothing. She hummed quietly and dipped her head. "Okay. Well my name's Keona, Adelaide. Me 'an Michael are Dealers 'ere; we help run this place, called the Typhoon. Would you like to take us to your basket?" It sounded like she cared about it, and it would take them out of the unfortunate house.
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