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“i know everything about me,” fae says, careful, “do you mean the old one?”
tot almost smiles back, a shift of the bandages around hir mouth, ever so slight. “you could say that.”
“i could, couldn’t i?” a pause. a tilt of faer head. “tell me everything.”(somewhere, on some highway between seattle and baltimore, fairwood patchwork is “alternated.”)