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“What they think doesn’t matter.” “But it does,” Ghara moaned. “It matters to me. They’re our friends, Isla. Friends. Have you had those before?” “I have you,” Isla replied simply. “You are the only friend I need.” Ghara shook her head sadly. “Not me.”

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