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Her voice was strange. And the more she talked, the more fascinating it was. A few times Bridget completely missed the word, but she was too caught by it to even care.

Maggie. Never heard of it, or anything like it, honestly. The place or you. That where you picked up that way of talking? She asked, pure unbridled curiosity clearly marked in her gaze. The question might not be polite, but you better bet Bridget was asking it.