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They had been informally introduced during floor hockey, when Katy had sent a puck flying into Lucy’s face. Her mother brewed potions to scent her hair, sweet balms of anise for her lips and hands, told her wonderful secrets, some decidedly un-Christian. Your poor cheeks are quite sunken and hollow. "It won't do to betray the officer," he muttered. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. The ball passed over his head, and lodged in the ceiling.
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