"Oh, good, I was hoping not." Bodicea said, relieved. She had spent her childhood eagerly hanging onto every word the bards sang, every tale her grandmother told her, and every book she had gotten on the subject was submitted to hundreds of rereads. Her mother had despaired of Bodicea ever reading stories like other children her age group. But no matter how much she loved history, she just couldn't bring herself to love writing dozens of essays on the stuff, unless it was a stunningly interesting topic. She twisted her hands together, wondering what else to say.
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