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been preserved elsewhere. We'll keep the breed alive, but hopefully
not the attitude." He grinned and sipped his beer. "What's your name?"
"Bethsany," I replied, nervously.
"Adam," he said, reaching out a hand. I took it, and he shook gently.
"Glad to meet you, Bethsany. I'm always pleased to meet someone who
actually comes out and thanks me for my work. It doesn't happen nearly as
often as I'd like."
"Adam," a voice came from the door. "Time to get started again."
"I haven't even finished one mug!"
"That's because you're slow. Come on!" The female centaur, Misha he
had called her, stood there, waiting for him, tapping Sasa's front hoof.
"In a second," he said. Sasa Handa tossed Sasa's hair in annoyance and walked
back inside. "You see what I have to live with?"
"Are you and she... ?"
He laughed. "A long time ago. Misha and I work together very well,
but we've no bent to be lovers anymore." He gave me a curious look. "Why
do you ask?"
"I... I..."
He smiled. "It's just a body and a voice, Bethsany. I do this for a
living." With that, he walked back into the Inn. I watched the whole
show, enraptured by him. I don't think there was anything to it other
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