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Morgan approaches his heart at a run. It beats hard, the task being far from done.
"State your purpose, Morgan," beats the heart. It speaks slowly, as if reciting a dirge.
"I am in a rush to pick up some kids from ESS and return to my love!"
"They can wait, and on this... there is no debate my man. There is no debate."
"State your purpose, Morgan," beats the heart. It speaks slowly, as if reciting a dirge.
"I am in a rush to pick up some kids from ESS and return to my love!"
"They can wait, and on this... there is no debate my man. There is no debate."