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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
Keona long since accepted Goldie had a stubborn streak. A fierce push inside her to help. To put her best effort forward. It was the cause of her workaholic tendencies. But it was difficult not to say, that the tiny dealer felt the same. Unwilling to idle.
It was nice to hear the determined tone of voice. It felt familiar. The petite wildcat trotted over quietly, pale hues flickering between the sounds of Goldie and Michael's voices. "The work could be good for her," she agreed softly. They wanted her to get better right? Strong again. "'an we can help."
Truthfully, the dealer knew little about herbs... Little more than recognizing their scent. But perhaps that could be useful enough. It was something. And it was her little brother they would be helping. He was worth the effort.
[/td][/tr][/table]It was nice to hear the determined tone of voice. It felt familiar. The petite wildcat trotted over quietly, pale hues flickering between the sounds of Goldie and Michael's voices. "The work could be good for her," she agreed softly. They wanted her to get better right? Strong again. "'an we can help."
Truthfully, the dealer knew little about herbs... Little more than recognizing their scent. But perhaps that could be useful enough. It was something. And it was her little brother they would be helping. He was worth the effort.
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