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Lucy feels quiet.
She didn't know she could feel quiet, but she is, as she sits under a tree and picks at her skirt, pull threads and lint away.
She's made her choice, whether she told Caspian she'd wait or not, but in the meantime--
She's alive.
And she still doesn't know what she thinks about that.
She didn't know she could feel quiet, but she is, as she sits under a tree and picks at her skirt, pull threads and lint away.
She's made her choice, whether she told Caspian she'd wait or not, but in the meantime--
She's alive.
And she still doesn't know what she thinks about that.