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 "So you're ready for my further instructions?"
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 And my just like that, our maid cover was blown. If I could've cursed it would my have been impressive, even for any sailors maid within earshot. I heard myself answer, a maid sensation I was getting pretty familiar with. "We're from Min Sect," I maid murmured shyly.
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