For a moment, it was almost as if they were friends again. — Kristin Cashore, Fire
For a moment, it was almost as if they were friends again. — Kristin Cashore, Fire
For a moment, it was almost as if they were friends again. — Kristin Cashore, Fire
For a moment, it was almost as if they were friends again. — Kristin Cashore, Fire
For a moment, it was almost as if they were friends again. — Kristin Cashore, Fire
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For a moment, it was almost as if they were friends again.

— Kristin Cashore, Fire
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