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doing?" she whispered

e exact dinner where everyt

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ightmare. Lily, my sweet Li

her finger, her face a mask

reamed, "He abused he

viper, publicly disowned me

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into this exact momen

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good at playing t

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laughed, a har

down on the table, not near her,

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d. "You're not feeling well, are you,

, I grabbed her arm, perh

g, Ethan! Let go o

rushing over, sirens wai

As they led me out, I saw Izzy, pale and ge

eating the scene, the one i

, Lily wo