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His mother had managed to have children then. He couldn't help but smile; even if his relationship with her was poor, he still took pride in being a good older brother. Did she have a boy or girl this year? He asked, preparing to follow. Girl, I hope. I've always wanted a sister. By now he had enough brothers to share, and most of them got that nasty attitude after puberty; except Charlie.

He had no plans to be nasty, not today. Who are you? He decided to ask, eyeing the stranger. I am Chevalier. He was itching to know more of this man, something told him it was worth the time.