[ no -- no. she can't bear to stop herself now. she feels sick with hope, and it hurts, but she feels sick about so many other things, about hitting him, about the things he's said to her, about everything, and she doesn't know what of any of them would be worse, but she can't stop here. but her voice weakens at his voice, falling out of a shout, wavering. ]
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Byerly?