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doors slid shut behind

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her hand an

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me for the benefit of the nurses outside. "You t

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cheek. It w

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ark, jagged thing, and claw

ears streamed down my face, mixing with the dust

ut class while you parade your mistress around like a quee

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face w

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is shoulder. "Get out of my sight

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holding a sketchbook I had dropped. He was smiling, that crook

let anyone hu

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through the windows, b

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obe and walked ou

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the landing,

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no guilt in his eyes, only

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room next to ours

ving in,"

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corrected. "Closer to me.

stress into the bedr

ing the las

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as if that made it better.

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my soul had f