[She stares down at her lap. The color rises in her face. It's from him. Only rigid composure and self-control keep her from crying out in pain as her face breaks out in a terrible rash. She quickly covers her mouth, as if that can cover most of the horrible red.]
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[She stares down at her lap. The color rises in her face. It's from him. Only rigid composure and self-control keep her from crying out in pain as her face breaks out in a terrible rash. She quickly covers her mouth, as if that can cover most of the horrible red.]