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"Acacia." The syllables tripped off her tongue comfortably, and already she felt at one with the name. "I'm so glad I entrusted you with this task, my dear. Couldn't have come up with anything better than that."
Clearing her throat after a momentary pause, she continued. "Well then, now you'll be happy thinking of me as a thorny tree rather than a bristly woman." And broke into another of her crooked smiles.
"What is your purpose in life, Rehan? That is, apart from flinging your life into the wheel of fortune, seeking your share of fame and glory."
Perhaps one day, he would reveal his story. But she would not press him to, not when she was unprepared to share her own.
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