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"Well," he commented, his voice raspy at the back of his throat, but still rich with surplus sarcasm. "That went well."
"You don't get it, do you?" she whispered, narrowing her eyes. "You have nothing. You are nothing. And now you're stuck here; forced to accept our help like some pathetic child."
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