My mojo
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James chatted with him in the study.
"She’s the one, right?" the tailor, Mr. Davinson, asked with a knowing smile.
"Yes, Brat. She’s the missing piece," Mr. James said, leaning back in his chair. "I just hope she can bring back what we’ve been missing all these years."
"She’s certainly stubborn," Davinson chuckled, adjusting his measuring tape.
"Yes, but that’s exactly what we need," Mr. James replied, his voice filled with quiet hope.
“I'll have her clothes delivered by tomorrow morning,” Mr. Davinson assured him.
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