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"Larry?" The voice was tentative, as if a hand were reaching out to touch the lock of brown hair that rested so comfortably against his ear. A step forward, then another. The figure advanced towards him, the lines of worry marring its pale complexion.
"Go back, Larry! Return to where you belong." She spoke brusquely, though the pain in her voice was obvious. "You do not know what dangers you place yourself and your friends in."
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