[ A low level sort of glare before he drops the card back atop the deck, his shoulders sagging as he lets out a long breath. ]
Frankly, I deserve a sainthood for this ill-treatment you heap on me. [ Though he says it without any heat or resentment. ] I’m startin’ to think you only let me hang around on account of my thick skin.
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Frankly, I deserve a sainthood for this ill-treatment you heap on me. [ Though he says it without any heat or resentment. ] I’m startin’ to think you only let me hang around on account of my thick skin.