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“You left the formal lineage unfilled, miss,” Switz said, and Jesus Christ, the hag was old.
“I don't have one,” Vi told her, because nobody in the Lanes had one.
“What do you mean you don't have one?” Switz spoke with more irritation than curiosity, which told Vi a lot of things: A — she thought Vi was as smart as a cork; B — Switz was the cork; C — she had never registered anybody from the Lanes.
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Powder’s always been smaller than kids her age. Too small. Vi tries not to worry that much, and it's working right until she spots a fresh bruise on Powder’s shin.