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2. Love? What do I know about Love?
Her sister loved her, she knew. She didn't know why (the only reason she could think of was crimson and sticky and running though their veins) or how (the only way she could think of was mechanical and creaky like the inside of a watch) but it was something more than h-a-t-e that she felt for her.
Even so, when Lucy smiled pleadingly and whispered -in that whispy voice she used when she hoped she knew something but thought she didn't-
"I know you love me, Molls," she laughed (cried) scornfully and said-
"Love? What do I know about Love?"