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... hat was happening. Finn was merely sitting there, lazily running his hand over the white sheath of his mother’s sword like it was the most exciting thing in the world.
Babysitting Finn was like watching paint dry, except the paint at least had the decency to eventually dry. "Ah, yes. Nothing says ’I’m pondering the universe’ like stroking a sword sheath for an hour. Truly, Finn was a master of deep thought— or maybe just deeply bored." Judge ridiculed him internally
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