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“Shut up, Aelin,” Lysandra said through her hands. “Just—shut up.” She lowered her hands, her face now puffy and splotchy. Aelin sighed. “Oh, thank the gods. You can look hideous when you cry.” Lysandra burst out laughing.
Throne of Glass (Throne of Glass #0.1–0.5, 1–7)
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