MARKED - 2.2
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aldersprigMARKED - 2.2
Nilien looked around the dining hall. She could see a few empty seats off in one corner, where maybe she could eat in peace.
“It’s not like she really feels pain,” Istore protested. “She’s a Weed. They don’t have feelings the same way you and I do.”
Or there was that little group of people, the the one with the girl with the teal-green rabbit and the boy with the yellow weasel.
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Nilien looked around the dining hall. She could see a few empty seats off in one corner, where maybe she could eat in peace.
“It’s not like she really feels pain,” Istore protested. “She’s a Weed. They don’t have feelings the same way you and I do.”
Or there was that little group of people, the the one with the girl with the teal-green rabbit and the boy with the yellow weasel.
read on...
