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Post by Naru on Jan 10, 2018 19:06:18 GMT -6
Skyla felt sick. Had she really been manipulated? The wounds of losing Aska were still fresh, it still hurt to even think her name, and how pushy had Elizabeth and Andy been when Skyla just wanted to mourn her boss and best friend? She had needed someone, and Andy swooped in, almost too perfectly. She was distracted, giving, willing, she had become pliant, not the second, not the Grand Master she was. She curled tighter around the pillow, shaking with tears now.
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