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The girl fiddled with her fingers, an empty space before her. No tray. No milk. Nothing. “I mean…unless you want something? If not, I’m a just throw it out.” The tasted wet her lips, eyes on the food before raising them to Tahli. She shrugged. “Yeah, whatever. What you want me to eat?”
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Parachutes Book Three: The Impact
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