Confused after getting this, Lana texted back to the unknown number. She could only think of one person she had an appointment with and whose number might come up as unknown, since Earth phones had difficulties with holocomm frequencies.
Whatever the Dark Council is doing with jello, my Lord, I'm sure I don't need to know. I'll await your convenience.
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Whatever the Dark Council is doing with jello, my Lord, I'm sure I don't need to know. I'll await your convenience.
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