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Date: 2014-07-28 09:20 pm (UTC)
Cora slid her hand into his. "Then can we go? I hate Doun." It was where her mother died and her aunt had sent her here and she'd had to work all day and dinner was usually thin vegetable soup and crusty bread.

In short, it was a the worst.

The nurse looked like she was going to protest for a moment and then decided that interfering with the Blood was far beyond her paygrade.
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Warren Worthington III

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