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“Thank you.” When Ashe at last spoke, it was quiet, flustered, an edge of embarrassment to her tone. “I... am not so used to this.”
Basch huffed a laugh. “It’s been a rough few years.”
“Thank you.” When Ashe at last spoke, it was quiet, flustered, an edge of embarrassment to her tone. “I... am not so used to this.”
Basch huffed a laugh. “It’s been a rough few years.”
