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Whilst Lilyan worked, Zayd sat patiently on her bed. His long legs were crossed and his hands rested easily in his lap. Every time Lilyan chanced a look at him, he had a polite smile on his face, seemingly completely at ease and content. Zayd sat at the head of the bed. The rest of the mattress was covered in quickly growing piles of clothes. Lilyan had not had new clothes since her grandmother had passed away. However, she knew how to handle them. Like colors had to be sorted together, then like fabrics. Some things had to be hand washed and others had specific settings that the washing machine and dryer had to be set on. Otherwise, all of her new items could be destroyed and she simply would not chance that. They had gotten home around six o'clock in the afternoon. By the time Lilyan h
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