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I looked at Her one last time and our eyes met; her miraculously soft brown and mine, steely gray.
“Well, you certainly didn’t wait long to marry Weasley,” I spat venomously.
The first tear always the burns the most. I wipe it away hastily, and still it sears my skin.
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