Chapter 919: Personal Gripes

That was enough mourning... 

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And now... 

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Finally, he began to focus on the task at hand... 

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Pulling out a sheet of paper, Gid slapped his hand down... 

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Quick Wit activated and it began encircling the sheet of paper... 

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"Concentrate..." 

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"I gotta concentrate..." 

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Attempting to anchor it to the table, a light slap would follow this series of events... 

Which, didn't work as intended... 

Really; No one should be surprised...