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Nothing.
She did not even flinch.
She kept cutting.
Snip.
Snip.
Snip.
The ugly scissors squeaked with every slice like a tortured animal.
He tried again, softer. "Isabella."
Silence.
He looked helplessly at Glimora, who sat on a fluffy patch of moss, staring at him with narrowed eyes. Judgemental eyes. Betrayal in those big round pupils.
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