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... hat Dave had quietly sat out in front of her while they were speaking, Derek sat leaned back in the extremely comfortable chair, lost in thought.

He hadn’t expected to hear any of what he had from Dave. It had never even crossed his mind that the other system would be able to find its way there. Nor had he even thought about it wanting to find its way there. Yeah, he figured that not all the systems were really compatible with each other—based on his new one suppressing the old one, yet ...

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The cheap son opened his mouth and hesitated.
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Jiang Shuangling spread her hands: It’s not impossible.

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