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chapter eleven.. night whistles in
"Panic, panic, panic, An ecstasy of fear- What's wrong with you, don't you realise your family are near? My mind is manic- And all you can say is oh dear?"
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The day was over.
Finally, the sun had retreated and though it left a little burning sensation to linger on her like a second skin, Tomi was okay.
She stood outside, rain in her false hair, on her face, breathing in the musky scent of forest and rusted metal.
She'd never take the rain for granted again. Would never take the dark clouds for granted again. While getting to know the city and Edward and his family she had, somehow, forgotten about the sun and what it did to her.
