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He just stared. What? Was he insane? Leave the girls with him? Absolutely not. Over his dead body. Doyle took out his handkerchief and began cleaning his glasses as he allowed the thoughts of outright refusal and horror run through his mind before speaking. He replaced his glasses, carefully folded the handkerchief, and then cleared his throat. "That is something we'd have to discuss with Cassandra," he diplomatically replied.
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