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They are used to me, they only cry because they
have become so used to being here. ‘Is he
meeting you here then, my dear?’
‘He had better,’ said Lucilla. ”
Her reverie broke, and she found herself still in front
of the looking glass, a barrette hanging loosely from her
hair. She
descended the stairs, and found herself at last in the street—alone. Michelle had charitably taken to sitting with Lucy
during Lunch Period, where she assumed a station at the
outer edges of the Cafeteria, the crowd diffusing in
concentric orbits, the middle tables reserved for only the
most prestigious castes. The man could
put a bullet through her before she could hope to reach any one of them.
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