Ofelia didn't want that, she'd rather have her body left where it dropped or scattered to the winds. "Ah mean, if it's not too much trouble a'course. Ah jus'. . . . it'd be an honor Ah guess ta rest wit' the rest of our clansmen an' stuff but a lonely hole wit' a box innit makes me wanna cry."
Inside her head Rue was calling her either an idiot or. . . no, an idiot.
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