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XCIII. Slap (69)
"...follows me everywhere. It can get rather annoying sometimes." A very familiar man's laughter followed those words.
Frida, who sat across from him at the Leaky Cauldron, couldn't seem to muster the strength to look up at the man.
"How are you?" He asked; happiness was very much present in the man's voice. Frida, looked up and her eyes widened. "I-"
Frida awoke as though she had been slapped in the face. She was facing the ceiling, and Malachi was sound asleep next to her. 'A dream...' Frida took a deep breath and snuggled into her blankets. 'Just another dream.'
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