My mom doesn’t realize that I’ve got my own style. ” “But what are you going to do—where are you going to live?” Annabel asked. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. "There's Sharples," cried Quilt.
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