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Are you here for my sparkle?

“Are you here to take my sparkle?” the man shouted suddenly, gripping the pickaxe tighter. The word caught them off guard. “Sparkle?” Brody repeated, confused. “We don’t want anything, I swear.” The old man looked torn between fear and fury. “Everyone wants the sparkle. That’s why I stay down here. No one can steal it if I guard it.” Mike shook his head. “We’re not thieves, I promise.”
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