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He didn't believe there was a her inside all thatinformation Inside that broken brain

"I am a patient to you, am I not?"

"Of course you are"

"You think you will repair me?"

He wrote very quickly, as if afraid ofwith you yet Except, of course, that you're brain-daave her a brief, heartless s

Selena bit down on her lower lip and looked away The drea, separating like strands of old silk He was backward, but she couldn't tell him so How could soreat ht with her, not rong?

She picked up the small wooden spike and put it in the square hole

He drew in a sharp breath and grinned at her "Good" Back to the writing

She felt none of the triumph she'd prepared herself to feel, none of the exhilaration Instead, she felt vaguely sick and lonely

He reached for the stack of pictures beside him and picked one up "Can you name this item?" "Moon," she said dully "And this one? Do you knohat it is?" Selena looked at the stylized painting of a heart "Yes," she said in a soft voice "I knohat it is Do you, Ian?" He looked up, startled "Of course I knohat it is"

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"And do you have one?"

"No body can function without it, Selena Nohat is it?" "A heart"

He didn't look up fro "Its function?"

"It is the storehouse of a person's emotions and drea of the soul"