“You mustn’t talk any more,” he said, “but I want you to listen to me just for a moment. 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. He pulled down a chair to her left.
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