[ For a moment, he seems unlikely to comply, glancing hastily back over his shoulder toward the town - and then up into the hills behind her. It's a useless gesture, for the most part: no one's looking at him (or her, for that matter), and they're unlikely to start. ]
Just stay away from me. [ he mutters, suddenly brandishing the thing in his hands like a weapon. What it looks like is nothing but a toy, a child's green glass marble - one too big to play with, in a fair game. ]
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Just stay away from me. [ he mutters, suddenly brandishing the thing in his hands like a weapon. What it looks like is nothing but a toy, a child's green glass marble - one too big to play with, in a fair game. ]
I found it, so it's mine.