“Promise. Jackson?" said Wood, significantly. The silence grew unbearable, so she asked, \"What is your surname, John?\" \"My surname? You mean my last name?\" \"Yes. She had tasted freedom now, and so far she had not felt the need of protection. “I’ll have to pay it. She thought of how much she wanted to eat the foods she had once feasted on that now smelled as innocuous as spring flowers. “I’ll turn you here.
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