[Ford barely notes the chicken; it's all background noise to something far more important. His hand slowly lowers, and he nods, contemplative, staring at the counter for a moment while he takes that information in.
With a heavy sigh, he unfolds the note and scans it, even though he already knows it by heart.]
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With a heavy sigh, he unfolds the note and scans it, even though he already knows it by heart.]
He told me to protect you.