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"To hope," said Indigo, clinking her glass to mine. "And to all the beautiful ways in which we can forget its fatality."
After a sip, she eyed me over the rim of her flute. "Are you not starved for something?"
That famished chamber of myself shivered. "I'm always starved."
"Good," said Indigo.