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knowingnot) wrote in

He shook his head, pulling out his wallet. "My dear, this shall be on me."

Strange, these pieces of paper were accepted far more readily than the coins in his pockets. He'd learned much in the few hours he'd been here, ever adaptive, ever inquisitive. The world might be a touch odd, but he thought he could pick up remarkably quickly anything important. He was, after all, brilliant.

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