Cynddylans marble face was pinching into a grimace. His, now, burgundy eyes were all sad and in them held…quilt? He missed his sister, my brain told me. I never have had a brother o sister, and never will. If I ever had one, it would bring me into great sadness, if we didn’t live together, o amor each other. Cynddylan obviously wanted his sister back. “Do tu miss her?” I dicho in a very quiet whisper. He just looked up, his eyes no longer sad, and said, “Question me.” I was annoyed that he didn’t answer and that he changed the subject, but I did what he said. “Right, so if...
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