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"Come on, we've just met. Could be a little more, nice?"
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'No.'
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"Why not?"
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She didn't answer.
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"Come on."
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No response.
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"Did I do something?"
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No response.
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She put a hand on her shoulder. "Look, whatever it is I did, I'm sorry."
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She jerked forward. 'Don't. Touch. Me.' Serra walked away.
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"Yeesh.."
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Jackson walked up. "Yeah. She's stubborn.. I... Should probably go talk to her. Catch ya later?" Jackson walked off towards Serra.
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"Where at?"
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"It was a joke! I actually don't know!" Jackson said, practically yelling from the distance.
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"Heh. Kay then."
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"Servitas vitæ!" Jackson disappears from view as he turns a corner.