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... care what she was trying to make; she was just digging into the lump of wood with enough force to break the knife. Her hand moved too fast as she chipped at the word without purpose.

"You will cut yourself if you aren’t careful, Rose," her father scolded.

Rose stopped, looked at her father, and then she put the knife and the wood away. She had told her father no to his offer, once again. But this time around, it wasn’t because she was worried about his health or the toll of the j ...

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