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... er. There is an age difference of 9 years. And it isn’t like I would lose to a guy 20 years younger than me, but…”


“I am 30 years older than you.”


“Ah, come to think of it, everyone is the same. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t meaning to make fun of seniors.”


“…”


“Ralph? Why are you silent?”


“… my head is a bit confused.”


Ralph Penn gave that excuse to Inashio Karahan.


After dropping out of the tournament, he hung out with Devan ...

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