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. Some of the delicate colour which the afternoon walk had brought into her cheeks had already returned. I have always managed to survive, haven’t I?” She was eager to stop talking about her parents.
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