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Short Story : ' None Of Your Business- '

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Lorange retorted, "None of your business-" "Two years," interrupted Estocada. "Two years..." whispered Alex to himself, in near disbelief. "It is lonely on occasion..." lamented the older man. "I wish Rebeka was here..." "You know why she left, father. Just because you 've lamented about her for the past five years won 't make her return." He sighed. "You sir? Take your fox upstairs and leave us alone." "...fine..." answered Alex, looking at me and then beginning to step out of the room. I looked back at Estocada, and his eyes met mine again. He looked me directly in the eye, knowing that I could understand every word he said. "...wait." spoke Estocada, raising his hand. Alex turned around to look at him. "Ren is his name, correct?" he asked, pointing at me. "Yes," answered Alex. "If you 're interesting in buying him," he informed, "just remember that he is not, nor will he ever be, for sale. Do you understand?" "Oh, I wasn 't even thinking it! I was curious, though... how did he get the name?" "Excuse me?" "How did he get his name?" "I named him Ren, which is how." "Has he had any previous owners before you?" Alex 's eyes squinted. "Why are you so suddenly interested in my fox?" "One doesn 't simply have a fox like... Ren. He seems different when I look at him." "It 's truly fascinating that you think like you do, but I doubt that I 'll ever understand you. You do not have permission to see Ren, and I doubt you ever will." "That 's fine, sir." "It better

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