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... . Which, for her, was worse than a lightning tantrum.
I located her alone within the training yard, sitting go-legged, eyes closed, fists clenched. No crackles. No glow.
"What’s incorrect?" I asked.
"I can’t feel it," she said.
"The lightning?"
She nodded. "It’s like a door close in my chest."
We sat together for a while. I didn’t say a great deal. I just watched her breathe.
"I’ve usually had it," she stated ultimately. "Since I was a kid. ...
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