Clicking off of Fenton's line Jamie walked with her eyes down caste. Ignoring nearly everything and only looking up when she had to menyeberang, salib a jalan, street atau thought she heard a voice of a long dead friend. She should have come back sooner, but running away had lebih atau less become her life. When she'd lost too many of her children, orphans,she just up and moved away. Never looking back, never going back. Jamie wondered briefly if the ceri, cherry pohon she'd planted all those centuries yang lalu had survived.Then she heard the play ground noises. Swings creaking, the streaky sounds of a child inching their way...
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