She rehearsed the story of her forlorn long lost mother in her head, what she would say to the theorymongers. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. She’s hated me for no apparent reason ever since Fourth Grade.
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