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He leaned against the wall, examining the beetle with its too-fancy markings.
"Morning, Rita," he said under his breath.
No reply. Obviously. But the way it froze told him everything he needed to know.
Ben smiled softly, although it might have come across as creepy to the beetle.
"Sorry to say," he went on, reaching into his robes, "I don’t give interviews."
SNAP.
A jar clinked shut around the beetle with a satisfying sound.
"Bad ...
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