The Old Language

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~Aspen's pov~ Getting those women to listen to me did work. I've been coming to see them for two days now. They're usually happy and chatty until I arrive, and then it's grumbling and strictly work. It makes me feel like I'm some huge b***h when I know that isn't the case. I'm nice. I don't really defend myself unless I'm pushed too. In my pack I did that only when it was something important, like my money. Only my money to be honest. I've been stoned into a coma at sixteen for talking to an alpha's daughter. My parents paid for my treatment out of my own pocket. Since things aren't entirely expensive there, I was able to make a full recovery in four months. Then it was back to working because they took every dime I had and I wasn't allowed to eat, or sleep in my room. And again, I paid

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