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“I don’t see what you mean,” said Henrietta, distracted— in fact in a quite new kind of pain. She saw only too well that this inquisition had no bearing on at all, that Leopold was not even interested in hurting, and was only tweaking her petals off or her wings off with the intention of exploring himself.
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Firstly, in breaking news (in the sense that it’s not news and of zero interest or urgency) I’ve finally joined the cool kids over at twitter so please validate my fragile sense of self and join me… 1,279 more words