She tapped her fingers and hoped the words would happen. They didn't. She knew the story, she knew what happened next but the words didn't come. She couldn't find them.
The books were sprawled on the floor, pages crumpled. He knew what he was looking for, he had seen it before. It was a not-far-off memory but his search halted.
All ahead stop.
The books were sprawled on the floor, pages crumpled. He knew what he was looking for, he had seen it before. It was a not-far-off memory but his search halted.
All ahead stop.
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