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Her face was achingly familiar. He had seen it in his memories, the handful of happy ones which had been kept locked away in his old human teeth somewhere in Tooth’s colossal palace. He tried to recall her name, but couldn’t, and it brought a tight feeling to his chest.

Instead of greeting her, he found himself saying, haltingly, “Who are you?”

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