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’ Melusine nodded. The Tigress went prowling for nut, too. Nine years ago, I was honest—was happy. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. The likeness was ridiculous.
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