The worry begins to sink back in. Of course, Ma knew well that the world was a dangerous place, between predators and scenery alike. She knew what it was like having to be careful of everything around her, and belatedly she wonders a little bit about this big lummox, but keeps that nigging in the back of her mind.
"Paixao, is it? So who are these 'no goodniks', eh?"
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"Paixao, is it? So who are these 'no goodniks', eh?"