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I-- What? [Trahearne pulls his arm back to look at the stain too quickly, sending the remaining ice cream flying off the cone. He can only stare in horror as it hits the floor, dropping his arms in defeat. The man behind the counter is so tired.]

... I suppose I don't have to worry about more.

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