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Complete, First published Jan 13
"Date me, Solemn," he whispered gently.
"Excuse me, Mayor Gray. I am not some kind of a toy that you can play with just to reverse your fun. I came here as a professional. If you cannot treat me that way, then, I have to bid my goodbye."

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"When did I ever have a sense of humor? You know it right that I am serious when it comes to what I say, Solemn."

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