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They lay in bed. "Tell me about your parents," She whispered to him. He sighed, closing his eyes. "I don't remember about them. My father in particular is a blur. He always spoke to me kindly though, I remember, but he was always tired. And my mother...she was beautiful. She always had such expensive jewelry. Diamonds, rubies, gold and silver, every type of precious metal was somewhere on her body. But she always looked sad." Scar smiled. "I think my father told me once that the way you keep a woman isn't he flowers, or chocolates or songs. You weigh her down with as much jewelry and luxury until she can't fly away. I remember that. Very clearly." Maureen looked at the bracket he'd given her. "They died when I was six. A house fire. I inherited everything and Joesph took care of me.
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