Trace: Flora, come on. Keith says we need to go.
Flora: Oh… alright.
Flora: Is there something wrong, Trace?
Flora: Something I did?
Trace: No. I’m fine.
Trace: Hey, Flora! Cut it out! I’m trying to be annoyed!
Flora: Come on, Trace. Why are you mad at me?
Trace: I’m not! I’m not! Jeez, you make it impossible for me to be moody.
Trace: And so we were off again… I was kinda glad Euchre wasn’t coming…
Trace: Then again, maybe with him, we might have had more luck finding the city…
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