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e an idea that might work, but I have to find a way
for 's to agree to it, and she's been avoiding me because of the
way I make 's feel. Professor, you've had more experience with
her than I do, and I have to admit that you're the smartest man I
know. What do I do?" He slumped into his chair.
Xavier brooded for a minute. "Gambit," he asked, "are you
willing to take the risk that will absorb your personality?
Perhaps permanently?"
"Yes," he answered, "if I stand any chance of helping her.
I've already lost one woman that I loved. I don't want to lose
Rogue."
Xavier took out a Post-It Note, wrote something down on it,
and handed it to Gambit. "Can you get to this location in the
next twenty-four hours?"
Gambit looked at it. "Yes. I have some connections that can
get me there."
"Good. Here's what you're going to do..."
As Gambit left the study, he caught a whiff of cigar smoke.
He sighed. "What is it, Wolverine?"
The enigmatic Canadian stepped out of the shadows of the
hall. "I overheard you and Xavier. I want to make something
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