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.... She stared. No one asked that. In Lodonia, it was take what you could. Still, ...a little while. They weren’t playing—at Lodonia, there was no playing. But it was close... names. She looked at him with proper Lodonia scorn. “Names aren’t important,” she told ...he was pulled into the white building of Lodonia. “Stellar,” she said suddenly, and the new boy...

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