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... her hands like she still might drag him out of this, looked up with watery eyes. Her face was soft, thoughtful.
"He wasn’t... always this way," she said quietly. "He used to be sweet. He brought me berries once. I remember he—he made me laugh when I cried over my little sand-hopper"
Isabella rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t shoot out of her head.
"Girl, I don’t care if he once sprinkled flower petals in your bath and sang lullabies to birds. The man I ...
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