He had no ideas about daughters. I spoke a thought aloud. 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. His own heart was too full of melancholy foreboding. "I yield to fate. You have misunderstood.
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