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dead?
he faltered. "very — v-very alive, actually," the mayfair hummed in nervousness. "are — are w-we r-related?" he asked of the girl, trying not glance at the odd hue of her eyes.
he wondered how the rumour had started, and wilted a little in shame of what events he might have engendered to bring about such a thought.