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Outside stood a stocky, combat boot-clad girl of seventeen with a teased mass of spiky bottle-black hair. Who invented them? Nobody knows. She flared her upper lip, baring her canines which had extended by half an inch. ’ ‘Who was to know if you would find your place?’ countered Martha. "We won't have any trouble understanding each other; same language. When the lad is fit to be moved, we’ll bring him home.
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