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. . . [a sigh. his shoulders droop, gaze flickering down to his coffee, which he's now cradling in both hands]

I know.

[lord, does he know]

I'm. . . trying.

[using this break week to run plan upon plan upon plan through his head, things to present to Undine for her approval, to prepare for next week]

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