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Siobhan was a relatively nice individual...but something about Zana rubbed her the wrong way. She was so little, even smaller than Siobhan was. She felt like the girl could take care of herself, like she was a burden on her and the others. And she took up Ezekiel's time and Gabriel's time...time that Siobhan wanted for herself. Why had she left her mother, anyway, unless she'd had to? Siobhan had been kicked out by her mother--Zeke was her savior. He'd found her and brought her to this place. Zana came into the den just as she was beginning to step out of it, and Siobhan almost ran into her. She hadn't had a good night's sleep as it was, and this just topped it off. Zana was always in her space. "What? What's wrong with you, crying? Why do you need to cry?" She asked crossly.
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