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As time passed they were able to part and she moved away from him. The moment of freedom was as liberating for the gangster as it was for his young companion. He stretched to relieve his legs of any stiffness that might have occurred from standing tail to tail with her, still until they could part with one another. His muscles loosened he turned to face her, immediately amused by her words. The Ceannasach let out a low chuckle, though he could tell by the fact that her eyes were on the ground that she was, perhaps, worried that he would grow attached and expect her to be his. In the gangster's case she worried unnecessarily. He had no intentions of expecting anything from her. “No,” He assured her. “It was just business.”

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