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Shivali nods her head, understanding the feeling. She’d been loathed to admit it, but she’d been restless for a long time. She’d been asked to stay out of loneliness and where has that gotten her? She has to leave. They all have to and she’s glad they have a way out now. “I will be glad for this to be over,” she says, shuffling the mess out of the way—the puppies have taken over what’s left of it, and she shuffles her weight to be closer to her sister.