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” “What’s our lot?” asked her sister. And then—this sudden thrust. What reassured her, however, more than anything else, was the shape of the mouth: it was warmly turned. Not I. She proffered her neck towards him. Her bald head had swollen on her shoulders, puffy with fresh blood that ringed her mouth. Your mother arrived, and she knew me for what I was, she whispered to me curses against werewolves and vampires when I was alone in a room with her.
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