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... something twisted in my chest.
"I’m sorry."
She smiled and shook her head.
"I was little then, around three. I don’t even remember their faces anymore, not really. I just... only remember the impressions. The way my mother’s voice sounded when she sang, or how my father would lift me onto his shoulders."
She started drawing in the air with one finger.
"That’s the reason Grandfather never let me leave. Why he was so protective. Why he built his whole life ...
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