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Til climbed up, and when he passed Charlotte, stopped and whispered, "If he could've just stayed down, Taube'd never had noticed me. Now she probably hates me." He continued climbing.
 
Til stopped at Taube's branch. "Hey." "What do you want." It wasn't a question. And Til didn't expect it to be. He climbed around to the other side of the trunk and sat, listening for something. Taube then picked up her flute and played a melancholy tune, the same one as before.
 
Brendan didn't know what to say. He was actually in shock from Taube's observation skills. And then how she didn't get down and kill the two right then and there.
 
"Sure." Taube said and swiftly packed up her flute. She grabbed her satchel and climbed down the tree a little, then she jumped. She landed, barely stumbling.
 

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