Lion Head Mesa sometimes (dead is better)

Thankful, she smiled, and ate while the woman answered.
Hemet!
The meat wedged in her throat, and she forced it down, then blinked away a sheen of tears that caught in her eyes as a result of nearly choking. Hopefully it was quick enough to be missed.
With — she cleared her throat again, her tongue flicking over her lips. Akhtar, or — Senmut? Either of them would be good teachers. Melody was lucky to be spared the work of fellahin; but it still struck Nazli as a surprise she was not somehow royal.
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