about to protest this assignment, but Ç¢mvüür cut in first. “I can take her by myself.”

Tråvidices shrugged. “Suit yourself. Why don’t you help her with this last load, too? I need to get working as soon as possible.”

“Yessir,” Ç¢mvüür said, stepping toward Åžaczuleman, giving her a weak smile.

Tråvidices and WarÈ—kár turned and walked out of the office.

“I can’t do it,” Åžaczuleman pouted, sitting back down on daddy’s old chair, “I can never go back there and see that place. It’s a bad place and I hate it and I won’t do it.”

“I’ll be there with you,” Ç¢mvüür said, grabbing her hand, “I’ll help. It might be better for y...

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