“What is she doing here?” “Darling! Why are you whispering?” Grāthugr stomped his feet. “Oh so now you’re going to throw a tantrum, is…” “This won’t work”, Frida’s voice interrupted. They turned to look at her. Grāthugr dashed to the console, “What are you doing?! Get away from my blueprints!!” Frida shrugged and stepped away....
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