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“No-” Darius pushed his chair back with irritation, the wooden heels scraping against the floor of the cabin. He tossed his old fountain pen onto the desk blotter and stood, looking toward the door. In it stood Angela, his half-sister. He didn’t have any particularly strong feelings about her, positive or negative. She merely was, but when she attempted to rope him into conversation was when he found his patience thinnest. He didn’t like to disrupt his own activities, not for anyone, but his eyes were getting sore anyway, and so he used this as an excuse for a brief break. “I am not too busy. Is there something you need from me, specifically?” he asked, a small indication that perhaps she could take up her small-talk with someone else.









