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“Fifteen minutes. It should be sticky enough by now.”
“Let’s throw it against the cash register to test. If that explodes, we can afford a new one.”
“And…bullseye! You’re a genius, Gred.”
“Now, now, Forge. This was your idea.”
“But you worked out the details. I’d have been lost without you.”
“…George?”
“Mm?”
“You know I’m not really here, don’t you?”
“…Yeah. So?”
“The healer said--”
“I know what the healer said! Who are you, Mum?”
“Sorry. It’s just…you’re going to have to let me go sooner or later. You know that, don’t you?”
“…I know, Fred. I know.”