Those Who Share Skin

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“Let me borrow your nose.”

Cenzarra rolled her eyes. “You have a closetful of parts. Why do you always want the ones I’m using?” she complained.

“Really?” Illian asked innocently. “When was the last time I borrowed something of yours?”

“Last week,” Cenzarra huffed. “Remember? You asked for both my hair and eyebrows.”