[Mildmay figures he may as well be polite and explain, but he's already starting to feel awkward from talking so much. He shrugs and says,] Ain't a superstition. [Not to him, anyway.]
Your hocuses ain't got it figured yet, huh? Reckon it'd be difficult, I guess.
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Your hocuses ain't got it figured yet, huh? Reckon it'd be difficult, I guess.