Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. Once more breaking through the hedge he took to the fields. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. I'm not interested in him. She could visualize the picture she had presented, particularly the battered papier-mâché kitbag at her feet. Teenage boys never change, she thought to herself. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop.
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