And just like that, the worst of Guy's headache, the annoying pounding sensation, diminished, and vanished. He leaned in a bit to the pregnant woman. "I'm going to need your number," he said, in hushed tones, since Frank was talking.
"That's... very kind of you, I think. So, it's magic, what you do?" He asked her.
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"That's... very kind of you, I think. So, it's magic, what you do?" He asked her.