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Interlude: Doug
by Lyn Thorne-Alder
“Your daughter…!”
Doug looked up from his book, feeling his Masked stubs of swings flaring out in response to his father’s obvious anger. “Niassa?”
Of course Niassa. He only had one child at the school at the moment – his second, which made two more than his father’d had here so far – and of his three children, only one of them was a daughter.
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by Lyn Thorne-Alder
“Your daughter…!”
Doug looked up from his book, feeling his Masked stubs of swings flaring out in response to his father’s obvious anger. “Niassa?”
Of course Niassa. He only had one child at the school at the moment – his second, which made two more than his father’d had here so far – and of his three children, only one of them was a daughter.
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