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| Ch. # | Chapter Title | Word Count | Reviews |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 |
The Boy Near The Fire He opened his mouth to speak, but all of a sudden, the horribly familiar sensation started up again, before I could do anything to stop it. Before I could cry out or hold onto him. Before I could ask all the questions that I suddenly remembered just now I needed to ask. Before I could get all the answers that I’m positive I need. |
2,175 | 4 |
| 2 |
The Girls She was biting her lip in concentration, unable to decide which was the best solution – to keep her sense of dignity and remain mad at me; or accept my gifts, forgive me but sacrifice her pride. |
3,895 | 3 |
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