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The lack of a response created a lapse between the two of them, but Blondine didn't mind. As the Lord had designed her, she was a chatterbox, and having a friend who didn't know how to reply gave her all the room she needed to pour out her inner emotions. After picking up a sour tasting hock that must have been rotting for ages and handing it over to Reigi for her meat-tomb, Blondine sighed and sat back for a moment's thought.

I think I'm going crazy, she laughed, I must've really lost it. I've let this girl get into my brain and, my God, she doesn't even know it! There was something about the two of them that Indra seemed oblivious to, and no matter how much that irked Blondine, she didn't have the guts to bring it to light. I'm crazy, right? I think you'd tell me.