"I can imagine. I hope you’ll forgive me wishing him good luck in that." Lin used to complain about that all the time too, and the memory made her smile despite the man’s bad mood.
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’ you can
go ahead and wish him good luck, but that’s not gonna get him anywhere.’
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’ hehe, thank you! ’
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’ …dammit, ling! ’