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  "description": "“But what did he say?”\n\nDarya rubbed swollen knuckles, regarding the body at her feet with disdain. “The ‘why’ doesn’t matter, Frannie. It’s the sentiment.”\n\nThey meant well, but Françoise (or Frannie, as Darya affectionately called them) didn’t have kids. Were Magda the one being targeted, Darya knew exactly what she would do. Bloody a nose, break a few fingers, threaten the family dog…but what could you do to a twelve-year-old boy?",
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  "textContent": "“But what did he say?”\n\nDarya rubbed swollen knuckles, regarding the body at her feet with disdain. “The ‘why’ doesn’t matter, Frannie. It’s the sentiment.”\n\nThey meant well, but Françoise (or Frannie, as Darya affectionately called them) didn’t have kids. Were Magda the one being targeted, Darya knew exactly what she would do. Bloody a nose, break a few fingers, threaten the family dog…but what could you do to a twelve-year-old boy?\n\n### This post is for subscribers only\n\nBecome a member to get access to all content\n\nSubscribe now",
  "title": "Chapter 2",
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