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I can’t look people in the eye and tell them that they’re going to die anymore.

Rebecca McNutt , em Perfect Little Angel: A Short Story
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You could heal him?" I asked, glancing at Hal."Could," said the wysling, "but won't, until I get what's

Mirriam Neal , em Paper Crowns
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