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Pandora nodded when Antigone commented on the size of her shoes collection. "My friend Malachi once told me about an ex of his. She had them displayed on the walls in cases, as works of art. I suppose it's one way to solve the storage problems."
Pandora looked at the woman, a woman who she complained to Dora about, as the pain of losing her best friend flooded into her chest. She managed to keep some kind of control over things, but her grief would overwhelm her at unexpected moments. "My friend... my best friend, she died. Having her twins. A party just doesn't feel appropriate right now." Her voice was choked and faint and a single tear rolled rebelliously down her cheek. She took a handkerchief, which bore Ronan's initials, out of a pocket and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry, I don't want to burden you... I hardly know you." She could not meet Antigone's striking eyes for fear of what she would see there.
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