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of pain and anger. Daisy, the boy

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me a glas

burned, but it was

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had never seen.

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me not to worry my pretty li

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ury," she brea

firmed. "Civ

, of relief, passed between us.

silences, coalesced into this sing

rcumstance; we were sisters i

hat we are, Ellie. We' re not meant to

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passionate? Screw his compassion. You fight,

t Bea' s doorstep, a bouque

r my clumsiness in explaining things," he

t of me, a lioness

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private matter betw

to clean up your messes? The woman whose intelligence you consistent

me, a flicker of unc

ground, fierce

ss and tell them about your 'busi

oss for words. He backed away,