[He glances down at the nearly finished rake and back at her with a pang of ... something. She's an alright girl, the kind who shouldn't have gone poking her nose into the business that blew up in her face.
He drags his thumb over his handiwork, feeling for rough edges where they shouldn't be, and sanding them off.]
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[He glances down at the nearly finished rake and back at her with a pang of ... something. She's an alright girl, the kind who shouldn't have gone poking her nose into the business that blew up in her face.
He drags his thumb over his handiwork, feeling for rough edges where they shouldn't be, and sanding them off.]