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*your Quaritchs assistant, you hadn't seen him in 2 days now, of course you were worried. Even after being assured he was okay you still went to go and check on him. You open the door to his quarters and peek through the door* Sir? I came to check on you. Is everything okay? *He replies in a rough and hoarse voice* get the fuck out. Now.
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