THINK OF HOME

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Little Faraday grinds his heel into the dirt, face uncomfortable under your heavy smile. "I don't get why everyone keeps asking that!
I made a deal, and I'm going to see it through, and you're lying to me to get me to give it up!"

"A deal?"

Your old friend just frowns.

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A deal... just what is this shop for? What is there to pay?

Your dad's almost-anger feels familiar, now. The answer was nothing.

He will never leave.

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"I made a deal, too, to get here. I think we're both a little lost, eh?"

"Look. This is a shop. I don't know where you heard Goodie's name, but you're clearly not him. Buy something or bother someone else."

A slow exhale...

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"Help me look for my father, the shoemaker, and I'll pay you for yer troubles, Antony."

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