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The self-proclaimed knight also nodded friendly to his companions.

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- Do you think my comments are worthy of the exhibition organizers' attention?... Well, I'll try to present them in a more appropriate form and earn myself a star.
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- Phew, - she sighs and looks sadly at the piece of paper with her meager review, - I hope none of the organizers think that I just squeezed out these lines to earn a ✹.
- There seems to be an expression: "Brevity is the soul of wit." This is a secret phrase that counters any critic, if not in thoughts, then in words, and sometimes in both. Sorry if my words made you do something not too interesting, but not for the sake of stars, but out of my curiosity - I liked your review. 👍
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- I suddenly thought, it turns out that not only is this your first meal in a long time today, but it will also be your first sleep... - The woman tried to remember if they had a shared bed or separate ones, but only the owner of Klin could lift the veil from this memory.
Klin, given his condition, didn't have any places to sleep, so there was only the bed in the shared bedroom...
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- ... Or maybe we can go to the "Dryad" first. The Dryad > Park, probably, will be more efficient in terms of time.
- That sounds logical, let's do it. I really heard from someone that the master of the "Dryad" doesn't grant access to his workshop to everyone, but since it is officially marked on the map, it is probably a day of exceptions, like in "ha-ha-ha"... But just in case, we won't barge into the location headfirst.
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- Thank you, Klin. You are very caring.
Sanexa kissed Klin on the cheek, but then immediately blushed, realizing that this was the first such moment since his healing.
The Count, without resources and subordinates, automatically put his palm to his cheek, feeling the unfamiliar touch of warmth, this time coming not from his heart, but in the opposite direction. Smiling warmly at Sanexa, he again caught himself thinking a distant, anxious thought, from which he hoped to get rid of after healing, but never found peace of mind. The latter, however, did not affect his face in any way.

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