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Pressing his lips gently to her forehead,--
Time to sleep, Elan. Very well, Mother.
--Ishamael smiled and spoke softly. The soft places between sleep and awake wherein reality was tenuous. Sometimes, it seemed odd that his mother was. No, nothing. Is that you, Azazel?
"...Shelley..."
His. Pomegranates, yes, not apples. Never again.
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Time to sleep, Elan. Very well, Mother.
--Ishamael smiled and spoke softly. The soft places between sleep and awake wherein reality was tenuous. Sometimes, it seemed odd that his mother was. No, nothing. Is that you, Azazel?
"...Shelley..."
His. Pomegranates, yes, not apples. Never again.