“Bronwyn, you must give me all your contact details. Your address and so on,” Myfanwy said. “And I’ll give you mine, and we’ll make a plan to meet.” She let go of Bronwyn’s hand reluctantly and looked down. She has the same hands as me, she thought giddily. Christ, and I didn’t even take off my gloves when I held her hand! She winced. “You can come to my house, and we’ll learn about each other,” she said in a rush. Even as she spoke, though, she was already aware of the hundreds of complications spooling out from this development. They traded details and made arrangements for that evening.
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WTF? You know there are two extremely dangerous groups out there. The one who wiped your memory and the grafters. But go ahead and give you address to this woman claiming to be your sister... Especially after being told someone - googled you -
