"Just because she hadn’t spent two nights in a row in Boston, or talked with her mother face to face, in over a whole freakin’ damn year didn’t mean she was going to get gorily sentimental or sappily wistful, or upset, or go back to thinking of what that doctor in Beijing had said and how Midas looked at her the last time, the smug satisfaction in
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Tales of woe are always fun :D
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