*Fljotsdale draws a deep breath and decides not to scream. Screaming is childish. She refuses to scream. Just because this nice young man is also stubborn and pig-headed is no reason to scream. No sir. She will not scream. She will go away quietly and come back tomorrow when she is less tired and less inclined to scream and pound her head on the keyboard. OK.*
G'night, Yorick!
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