"Her free hand was clenched in a fist. I held still, waiting for her to say something, to tell me she should have never left me here, where her friends...
What trouble have you brought to my doorstep, Beka?" she asked."I don't see where blaming me for things that began months ago will be useful," I replied.
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What trouble have you brought to my doorstep, Beka?" she asked."I don't see where blaming me for thi...
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