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"Oh... that's what it is," she mumbled, disregarding his first comment. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she blocked his inherit ability out. "It's no problem now," she sighed, with a soft breath. Her whole body relaxed, now that she didn't feel attacked. "And no, it's been two boys since I've come to camp," she explained. "The other two were my father and psychiatrist... Dr. Frost," her voice grew quieter as she further explained. Suddenly, she shook her head wildly, as if trying to throw the thought out. Wanting to change the subject, she focused on him, "what's their love story?" She'd back tracked, eyes returning to her mother, Psyche, and Eros.
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