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Rhea held back a hostile glare at Andol. It seemed that he could hardly understand what it meant to be kind and comforting. Of course, he was a man, and that much only gave him an extreme disadvantage when it came to understanding other people's feelings. Sometimes she swore she'd end up killing him herself and getting kicked out of Super Hero status.<br/>
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She pulled herself up off her ass and straightened herself up, fixing her hair and dusting off. “I don't need your stupid little network of spies to find her,” she snapped, heading towards the door. “I already have a pretty good idea of where she is, so what should I do? Wait for you to get your magical information or move as fast as you know I can and get there in a tenth of the time it's going to take you?”</li>
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