She shook her head. "No, I mean with who. They weren't your parents," she said. "You were a little younger than I was, and she was very small," she told him, and she tangled her fingers in the front of his shirt and tagged him toward the couch. She was calm, and there hadn't been any memories since the last, and the steady, emotionless peace she always felt was starting to seep into her skin again.
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