Deathblade hunched over his laptop, fingers flying. "Honey," said Madam Deathblade, "Where are my glasses?" Ten minutes later, Deathblade sat back down, stretching his fingers over the keyboard. "Honey," said Madam Deathblade, "Can you get me some fruit?" Ten minutes later, Deathblade sat back down and prepared to begin typing. "Honey," said Madam Deathblade, "How come I can't find any clean socks?"

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Chapter 62: One Wave Settles Down Translated by Deathblade Contributing Editor: Madam Deathblade Proofreaders: Lingson, laoren and MeeBoo

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