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    “What? What the fuck do you want? Hurry up! [F/n] and I are risking our jobs because of you, so you better hurry up and talk.”     “I want you to help me help [F/n] , that’s what.”     “No.”     “Fine. Arthur?”     “I’d be glad to, but I’m busy with other things at the moment. Sorry.”     I sigh, holding my head in my hands once more. I raise an eyebrow at the two boys in front of me, and then glance at Evelyn, who’s got a hot cup of tea in her hand. I can tell she’s trying hard not to yell at them.     “Oh, c’mon, Artie,” Evelyn whines (probably very cutely in Arthur’s eyes), “I’m sure that helping out one of your best friends is...