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Chapter 7
I straighten my dress and check myself in the mirror. I can"t say I"ve ever paid this much attention to how I look when I have dinner with my parents, but this is no ordinary dinner, and I think we all know it. Azíl enters the room and rubs his chin, probably to rid himself of any stray whiskers from trimming his beard. "Do you think this shirt is right?" he asks, holding up the maroon shirt he"s bought just for the occasion. "Yes, it"s a good colour on you," I say. "But is it right for meeting your parents?" "Will it make you comfortable?" I ask. "That"s the most important thing, that you feel right in it." "I just want to do this correctly. This is not how things would be done in my clan." "How would you do it?" I sit down on the bed and wait for him to answer. "It was not someth
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