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The Storm. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. I felt—wrapped in thick cobwebs. "But, however, it may turn out, I disown you. The fragrance of dryer sheets lay upon her like the snow that now drifted peacefully outside.
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