She gulped for air merely, for it had been difficult to breathe with his hand almost cutting off the supply to her lungs. “P. “Mary!” He whispered loudly. F. ” “Mary, please don’t cry. Lucy sprinted to one side to avoid the crash and grabbed at Rhea’s solitary patch of yellow hair, which ripped out loosely in one decayed piece like strands of rotten corn silk. ‘Jacques, do not die while I am gone.
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