Oh...I was expecting you to come. "Why, hello there," I say, taking a pokeball out. "It's been a short while, Eve, but I've trained your Flareon here. I clutched the pokeball you had given me in our last encounter, eager to show you how I've trained this Eeveelution of yours that you had given me. I sent out Combust the Flareon, who jumps in joy at the sight of you. "Now remember, Combust, she was your original owner, and you can be happy, but when the time comes, you fight like never before." He nods, and gets ready to fight your first pokemon.
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