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... e as his grandson smiled shyly at us. I waved slightly, feeling a rise of embarrassment over me, wondering if this was going to work out or if he would try to kill us like the BMOs had tried to do.
But I guess we weren’t that bad or maybe he didn’t want us dead because he waved back at me and walked over to me, shaking my hand. “I’m Masaru,” he said. “I know, weird names but you know-Japanese heritage.”
“I think it’s kind of nice to be honest,” I said, giving him another smile, t ...
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