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Theora stood still in the street, conflicted for a second. She knew Danell was doing this for her sake, but it didn't lessen how bad she felt about the news. She wasn't sure she could endure Danell's parents and her dad feeling sorry for her too; she hated the idea of being pitied. After a few seconds, she sighed and turned around, heading for her house. Her home still stood lonely at the end of the street, although there had been a lot more people going there than before. She crossed the garden, ignoring their loud chickens, and walked inside; the salon was completely different from her childhood. The furniture had been moved to make room for her dad to place his office there where he could welcome sick people downstairs rather than have them climb up. There was a curtain between his off