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The two arrive at their stop. Alfredo seems to contemplate lady Geneviève's reason. Still, it doesn't hide the despise he had for the childish act of the woman.
In a quiet moment, Wylie checks the man's condition. He looks fine in his eyes, but Alfredo can't hide a blind eye to his going-on.
"Sometimes... Ladies reasons like that. After all, we all have the experience of reading a fairytale." Mumbles Wylie as Alfredo hears it and makes a questionable look.
"This is not a fairytale. This test is something different..." He scowls as he opposes Wylie's point of view, which Wylie's dismay.
Hypothetically, life has its way of giving a dynamic impression to an individual that someone's opinion may not meet yours in the middle.
As of this moment, Wylie positions himself to knock on the door, but they suddenly hear
