"Close it," she demanded, arms folded petulantly in front of her chest.
"It cannot be done"
"It can be! I've seen it done in others. I want it closed."
"Others are not you."
"That much I've learned by now."
"It is a gift."
"Well then it's a shitty gift!" she cried out, arms flinging down to her sides, hands clenching into fists in exasperation. The
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