“I’m sorry,” Mokoya said. “I know I shouldn’t be like this. It’s been four years. I should be better. But . . .” She pushed at blades of oasis grass with her toes. “It hasn’t gotten better. I thought it would get better.”
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…here she stood, radiant and triumphant, oblivious to the suffering that collected in the long shadow of her Protectorate.
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Slowly, she gets her strength back, but her parents are still dead.
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She didn’t know how a person could sleep so much and be so tired.
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I don’t want to be a freakish eccentric. I never did. I just wanted to be myself.
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