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Are you here for my sparkle?
But the old man seemed unconvinced, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. “Are you here to steal my sparkle?” he demanded, his grip tightening around the pickaxe as he edged closer. Brody and Mike exchanged confused glances. “Steal your sparkle?” Brody asked, trying to calm him down. “We don’t want anything, we’re just curious.”
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