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... hing my armor and pouts. “It feels like you spend all your days off fiddling with your magic.”
“Fiddling?” I raise an eyebrow at Mom.
“You heard me,” Mom holds up my vest that still has most of the metal plates exposed. “And why did it take you so long to ask me to fix this?!”
“Because I didn’t want to bother you,” I playfully reply.
Mom narrows her eyes at me. "We'll don't. If you need me to stitch up your armor, I want you to tell me immediately. And don’t try p ...
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