He said nothing, even though it was not raining. “Very well,” she would say, “then I must go. ” Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her hair. They were really very fine and abundant, with a blaze of perennial sunflowers behind them. 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.
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