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"Jules lips quivered, and I feared she was about to cry. Then she asked, 'He bit off more than he could chew, didn't he? She made a motion as if she was biting into a tough piece of steak.Gabriella's lips sealed shut as she tried to hide her grin, though she failed at it when Andrew asked, 'Was he eating? He turned desperately to Gabriella, confused.Jules wasn't about to cry, she was trying not to laugh! She giggled then, the sound tinkling and odd in the outlandish setting.Andrew straightened and shook his head at Gabriella. 'Did you see him eat?"
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