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but there was nothing to be add. a bit remorseful that he had not gotten the chance to redeem himself in the woman's eyes, mahler nevertheless gave a gentle nod to her. "i vould like that, sarah," came the gentle rumble of his voice. she had been pleasant company, overwhelmingly tolerant of his antics — a good companion for all for it.
"take care,"  mahler offered, beginning to turn. though, if the woman had more to say, he would hear it. it was not often that he was able to meet creatures palatable to himself.