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Benzi shook his head. "But, you don't make money for everyone because not all of them will bid on the same horse. . . And that isn't helping people it's giving them a laugh, entertaining them. I want to HELP them, see," the eleven year old nodded gravely. True, he still didn't know how he was going to go about doing that, but it was a fact set in stone. Mmhm.
His eyes widened at Lake Girl's impromptu nickname for him, glaring daggers at the brunette and not listening to whatever else she was saying. "OI. Not cool. Don't call me that." And that was the end of THAT.
. . .
Er. Benzi blinked a couple of the times at the empty space that a second ago contained the weird little parchment, and apprehensively looked at Fern, waiting for her to sort of implode or something. Or for her to roll with it, and then he could be suspicious. Because this was really a very strange thing to be written on a parchment he found on a tree, and he wasn't sure if he believed it.
What he wasn't prepared for was Fern's actual reaction. "Um. No. Is it true?" he asked simply, eyeing her. He sort of wished Cutty was here so that he could ask him too. This was a SERIOUS thing not to tell a friend.
Hmpf.
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