http://slow.writerscafe.org/mariahrenae The original writings of author Mariah Renae en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776227532 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 2.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 14.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px} p.p3 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahrenae/2085582/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 2.0px 0.0px; text-align: center; font: 14.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px} p.p3 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/mariahrenae/2085580/ p.p1 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545} p.p2 {margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px 'Helvetica Neue'; color: #454545; min-height: 14.0px} span.Apple-tab-span {white-space:pre} Chapter 12: Aine He had it. 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