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... he one that looked like a throne but was actually just aggressively over-cushioned, and tried to make my brain function.
It wasn’t going well.
My legs were crossed, my chin was in my hand, and my blindfolded eyes stared unseeing at the smoke-screens drifting around the room like lazy ghosts on break. Alectra was rambling about something important and responsible and presidential beside me, but I was too busy being attacked.
By feelings.
Very aggressive, confusing ...
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