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Fredrick frowned deeply. "Some go...fast? That was what it said, right?" He asked, glancing at her. He chewed on his bottom lip, mulling the riddle over. He knew he'd heard his dad say it sometime somewhere before, but it wasn't clicking. Was it dancing? Er, maybe seasons? Seasons, seasons.
"Is it...time?" Fredrick asked, glancing between Agatha and the door knocker, unsure of who to address his answer to.
"Is it...time?" Fredrick asked, glancing between Agatha and the door knocker, unsure of who to address his answer to.
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