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[ Lucina lets herself be eased down, letting the loose plait of her hair serve as a cushion for her head where Magilou's legs and/or bookskirt fails to be comfortable.

(What the fuck web browser, how is bookskirt a legit word.) ]

Both, I imagine. Bellamy let me keep going.

[ ... ]

I am sorry. I couldn't save him, too.

[ She's not talking about Bellamy anymore. ]

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