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[jacob w.c.]

JACOB W. corleone

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"Oh, that's nice. She picked well," the words were little more than a murmur and he cast a wary glance to Jersey, a light frown on his lips. However, they snapped to Ross once again and a wide smile replaced his melancholic look found on him moments before. The prospect of food and a new friend was enough to lighten the boy's spirits, it seemed, from whatever was troubling him. He still wasn't quite sure what Killua was going on about. Even if the robot shared a name with his sister, that didn't really mean anything. He was sure it was nothing more than a coincidence. Still, Killua seemed like a rather private individual, much like himself, and he couldn't help but relate it to his own situation. If someone or something showed up with the names 'Vito' or 'Harrison', would he be as willing to dismiss it? He knew the answer to that question but he wanted to believe he wasn't paranoid. He wanted to believe that he was of stable mind and heart so he would tell himself the lie that he'd dismiss it, just as he thought Killua should now. A hypocrite and a coward. Was that what he'd become? "Cool! I'll show ya' the way back ta' camp n' we can get somethin' ta' eat. Does pasta sound alright?" The boy asked as he jumped to his paws and began to turn and make his way towards camp, glancing behind him to be sure Ross was following. No, he determined. Not just a hypocrite and a coward. A hypocrite, a coward, a doctor, a cook, and a gardener.   

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