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Mad Eye Touz "I don't HAVE a girl," Plymouth informed Rachel - and then he shut down again. He folded his legs up on his log, planted his elbows on his knees, and shut his eyes as tight as they would go. "Lawman is the man, so I'm good with that." Plymouth wouldn't have got up in front of certain people anyway. He was.. fine... right where he was.
Celandine sunk into herself a bit, having overheard Plymouth.
She addressed her group, "I... don't want to present the list."
Which was odd, because Cela normally didn't mind standing up and yacking in front of groups at
all.