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... on, to wrap his arms around, to have her gently pat the ills away from his body, he would have smiled, and respected it. He would have been filled with warmth and happiness for the fact that his retainer – and his friend, as Oliver well considered him to be – had found that which he needed. The cure to himself.
For Oliver, though... He could not forgive it. If he had been allowed to move, and to solve, and to continually play, he might have been fine, but now, collapsed in the snow, with ...
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