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Date: Saturday, 28 February 2009 21:47 (UTC)
The Sphinx considered the offer for a moment, and was just about the speak when the waiter returned with their meal. The Sphinx poked at her meat with a fork. The meat juice smelled delicious.

“I just might know where he is”, she said, and took a bite of the beef. “But the place could well be guarded. And what exactly is in it for you, anyway?” In her experience, people always wanted something back. And even if he was willing to do exactly as he had said, the Sphinx doubted it would be of much help. Certainly, if getting in contact with her grandfather was that easy, someone would have done so a long time ago.
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