Clare Peppler

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They were all young. They were all shy. They stood in the corner like a flock of bright birds, and looked at each other out of the corners of their eyes, and watched as the louder, freer children rolled and tumbled on the floor, and if they were jealous, none of them said so.
Down Among the Sticks and Bones (Wayward Children, #2)
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