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“Flora dear, where are you?” Professor Layton called throughout the apartment. Yelling at a lady wasn’t something he typically did, but their last-minute plans for dinner reservations were just minutes away.
“Where could that girl possibly be?” He toyed with the brim of his hat.
“I’ll go get her, Professor!” Luke bounded up the stairs and knocked on the doo
No More Flowers No More FlowersNo More Flowers
The Professor sighed. Luke was an intelligent apprentice and a lovable adopted son, but sometimes Hershel Layton wanted nothing more than to remove his top hat and bash his head against the nearest wall at the prospect of answering all the boy’s questions. It was such a pe
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Don't believe in yourself. Believe in the me that believes in you! -Kamina ;A;
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