"So, what now?"
He tried not to look at her. He was still vexed with her. She was doing what he didn't like. She had done it and had taken a new form. There were quite the numbers of things he wouldn't put up with. He didn't care whether or not he was being rude. It didn't really matter to him. He could use the odds. He could play around the odds. Didn't really matter to him. He couldn't even be sure what did matter to him anymore. He was trying to put up with the recent feelings which were gnawing at his instinct. He was trying as possible to ignore them. He knew that he wouldn't keep up with that forever. He knew that he would still have to knuckle under some odds. He didn't know what those odds were or would be. He didn't know how to prepare for them. He knew that time would test him and he would be read for the test. He knew that things would play out odd firstly then would take a new turn. By t
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