When she was almost thirteen, Mary Margaret walked through the house for the first time. The night was hot, close. She pushed the damp covers away from her skin. “Why can’t I sleep?” she thought, even as the dream began.
When she was almost thirteen, Mary Margaret walked through the house for the first time. The night was hot, close. She pushed the damp covers away from her skin. “Why can’t I sleep?” she thought, even as the dream began.
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““Why can’t I sleep?” she thought, even as the dream began.”
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