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'Sorry. No. Eleanor was your mother. She was my friend. You look so much like her it’s…… well, I was shocked to say the least. Unprepared.' I need to touch the girl to be sure, but she’s keeping her distance. The shock on her face evident that she has no clue as to what I’m saying.

'I'm her mother!' Deborah snorts in anger, moving close in rapid stamps. She moves in front of the girl