Evy could remember the time she first had receives someone’s present. It wasn’t anything shiny. It wasn’t expensive. It wasn’t food. And it wasn’t an object. Her first-ever gift was actually a knife wound. As grave, as she puts it, it was actually her most treasure one. Back when she was in the streets, pulling up cans and metal wire just to sell, and having to run errands to make small changes, she met a splendid crazy old man. He looked sleazy with his get-up, a checker brown suit, his open hairy chest, and his hair that was receding like the new dawn. Manner-wise, he was eccentric and unreliable... and deadly. But Evy owed it to him that she survived to where she was. That much she can say. That was why she wanted to do the same with Lady Francine. She w
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