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Salle - Tuesday Lunchtime
After First Aid, Peter hurried down to the salle. When he saw Willow wasn't there yet, he stretched quickly and pulled his sword out of the weapons locker to run through some moves that he'd been working out in his head last night.
His balance seemed off for one particular sequence of movements and he worked it again and again. It was times like this that he missed having a friend trained in the same style. Figuring out what one was doing wrong took three times as long when you had to figure it out for yourself.

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Even so, she curtsied. "Sir Peter."
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"And you always had it but I figured you knew that as a given since you had me, but then I thought what if you heard on radio that I've stamped two guys and never once stamped you? What if you thought that meant I didn't approve? Or you hadn't earned approval enough to be stamp-worthy? I figured better to ask and eliminate all chance for confusion."
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