Automatically, she glanced at the slight red graze left on her neck that marked the point where Gerald’s sword had nicked her. Lucy had caught it when it was a millimeter away from hitting her teeth. She slipped on white thin-soled tennis shoes with no socks, her ankles exposed as Shari had once suggested they be worn. Daily contact with actual human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. "He will pull through?" "Positively.
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