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[nexmosnonlucror]

I seem to have discovered the art of making cider.

I also have eight bushels of apples packaged and prepared according to size and type to anyone who would like to trade for them.

I require a lamp that burns oil in return. I've also seem to run into the problem of my magic interfering with the electricity within my flat -- and I've blown quite a few lightbulbs as a result. Should anyone have these in stock, it would be much appreciated.

[Filtered to Raphael // Private // Unhackable]

May I request a meeting?

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[She's not going to reply. Fuck you. She'll just show up at the fountain... about five minutes after Tom does. Fuck you too.]

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[When Raphael does arrive, Tom is standing by the fountain, relaxed and enjoying the cool autumn air. He's idly flicking apples into the fountain with magic, careful twitches of his wand, out of boredom. When Raphael arrives, he glances over, lips twitching slightly at the sight of the lack of Grace around her neck.

Oh, good. She was cautious. Mission quite accomplished, thank you. He isn't something to be toyed with.]

I wanted to offer my apology for how I acted in person.

[Tom inclines his head towards Raphael.]

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[Raphael is quite confident in her ability to smother this little maggot under the weight of his own arrogance without breaking a sweat, but let him think himself a victor.]

Good. [No indication of forgiveness. Why should she?] I do not miss twice.

[Next time, she'll go straight for bursting an artery in his brain. Try blocking that.]

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I wasn't aware you missed.

[Tom smiles thinly.]

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On purpose.

[An important correction.]

What purpose do you have for this meeting?

[Not just to apologize, of course.]