The wild boys. No stalwart commandments engraved on the conscience. No unchanging boundaries, no sacred cows. It did make her angry, because they ignored her and everything she thought or felt, and because she was jealous. They moved happily this way and that, for miles of verdant plains and hills. They made it seem she and her brothers had grown up in a series of careful boxes. But had they?

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