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Everything is...not back to normal.
Because everything is different, now, so there may be something called normal, but it's not what wasBut she spoke with Edmund, and there are others she'll speak with, and she feels...she feels almost better. A little ( Read more... ) -
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She's bored.
She's groomed Corella, and she's practiced her archery, and she's had hot chocolate, and now she's sitting in a tree and dangling her legs and considering dropping things--tiny things, mind you, like twigs, non-inclined-to-injure things--on people should they pass by.
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Lucy's curled up in a pile of leaves ( Read more... ) -
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Her husband is stupid, Lucy concludes while in the bath.
She read that book of Mary's, she thinks as she gets out and dries and dresses again, and she could tell he was enjoying it and he got all upset just because she happens to think Lilly Kane is pretty and fun to flirt with and then he had to go and be stupid, and by go she means not be with ( Read more... ) -
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She slept late--well, that's half true. She woke when Caspian did, because he tripped over Lavender getting out of bed and knocked half the nightstand over ( Read more... ) -
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It's easy to change into her nightgown, and it's easy to wash her face and brush and braid her hair ( Read more... ) -
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She doesn't, actually, want to tell him this ( Read more... ) -
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The thing about a compass is if it points two ways, it's utter rubbishOr so Lucy's inclined to think, and she'd be the first to admit that she's glaring at the silver object in her hands as she sits in the sand ( Read more... ) -
the joy would break your heart
They fall asleep, and they wake up, and the day is spent loving each other ( Read more... )