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Terry Marie pressed her forehead against the cold
glass, her breath clouded the plate. She raised her hand and slowly cleared it
and looked out through eyes blind with tears. For her, now, started a life of
hiding on reservations and enclaves of the People. A world she barely realized
existed lay before her, one unknown and secretive, and she was frightened
beyond anything she previously knew. Even her tours of duty in America de Sud
had been less bad, because she knew what was there, the dangers and the
freedoms.
Dear Mama, pray for me.
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