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... s form every time. Something as soft and sweet as cotton candy could come back to stab you like a sharp pick.
And so naturally, Claire kept her mouth closed. She didn’t want to be an indiscriminate loudmouth, and so she set strict lines between what she allowed herself to say and what she could not. She wouldn’t let her words come back to hurt her like a sword.
However, the words she withheld piled up in her mind. It was strange. Words had no weight or shape, so why were they so heav ...
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