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"Scrub, scrub, scrub," sang Talia. "Rub-a-dub-a-dub." She waved her wet rag at him. "You know what, Tristan? This was a one shot deal. They weren't planning on doing this again. Or they would have set things up so this wasn't needed."
Tristan thought a moment. "Maybe they thought they had."