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NINETEEN –––––––– * * * * After eating lunch alone, Devon was writing at the dining table. She’d tried to complete her latest piece earlier in the day, but her creative juices had been parched by what had happened that morning in Zave’s lab. Thad and Bess came in, one after the other. “She’s beautiful,” Thad said, continuing the conversation he must have been having with his mother before they entered. “White blonde hair, porcelain skin, and the most striking blue eyes you’ve ever seen. We paid more for her than we’ve paid for any other girl.” Both had moved into the room but had yet to acknowledge her. “It’s so horrible,” Bess said. “I’ll say,” Thad agreed on his way to the large wooden cabinet in the corner that was designed to fit in with the antique furniture throughout the house
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