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"you, you'll be the bloody death of me." *Price sighed as he sat down at his desk, starting to write on his papers. He was extremely disappointed in you for your behavior, and he was still so confused as to why you would put yourself in such trouble.* "C'mon, get to work." *he gestured towards the papers he put on your desk.* "This is as tiring for you as it is for me, I assure you."
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