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... was quiet again. Too quiet.
Which, of course, only meant one thing.
Trouble was about to start talking.
"Bubu," Isabella whined, dragging her feet through the shimmering moss as Glimora rested miserably in her arms. "You said you were going to help me find a place to stay. A safe spot. You literally said that with your own shiny little robotic mouth."
Bubu floated ahead lazily, its glowing screen flickering as if rolling its pixel-eyes. "That was when I couldn’t r ...
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