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mireille looked hard at heda. "out wit it, girl." and her voice was erzulie's in that moment. "we have spent mont's apart, we are older now. but t'ere be not'in' you cannot tell me."
the obsidian wondered what had her friend in such thrall, but she rooted herself there and refused to move on in their discourse until she knew.