originally posted in:The New Dojo
"The stuff I'm delivering, sweetheart, isn't up for grabs. Someone already bought it, paid me to get it to its destination.
I'm not a trader, I'm a smuggler."
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[i]And basically, she was just rеtаrded. A silent "oh" came from the other side of the helmet, Helena's left hand semi-awkwardly tapping the back of her helm, fingertips drumming on the metal.[/i] "Ah, like that, then..."