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“Don’t give me that,” I told him. “I know she meant well. But can you imagine? Me, dancing with that boorish, brainless . . .”
How did they know what they could be if no one told them what they couldn’t?
The night was fresh, and the new spring winds blew warm and sweet, and like a dandelion tuft caught on a breeze, I let go of the girl I used to be and led Fox into the Wilds.
