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Chapter 34: Going On for a Little Longer
It was the little girl.
Jasper miserably knew that he could easily extract when and where he was from her, but he felt sick to his stomach. Her eyes maybe dark, but she looked too much like him, from her dark hair and sharp slant of her nose.
It hurt his eyes and chest to look at her. If he gave her twenty years, she would look like his twin, save for the eyes. All he could do was squeeze his eyes shut, and hope that she would just leave.
"I've got your cornflakes," she announced from the side of the bed, defiant.
The silence was deafening as he pretended to stay asleep, praying that she would go away. There were no footsteps and only the sound of breathing.
Jasper fought against every instinct to stop his eyes from twitching, relishing in the latent pain of his wounds, grounding him, keeping him from floating off into the recesses of his mind and to forge
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