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“Hello, Mister The Prince.”
“I’m helping you, my dear, because you and I are the only two females in this vicinity who aren’t nit-wits.”
Angling his forehead in my direction, he pointedly smoothes his eyebrow with his middle finger.
With that particular move, Lincoln couldn’t have marked his territory more clearly than if he’d peed on a shrubbery.
