"Okay," Thea conceded, "I can deal with it. I admit it, I'm ancient, I'm old enough to be your mom -- probably older. So now I get to say things like, 'Well, kiddo, and what doesyour generation think about the war?' God, it makes me feel positively decrepit."
For a number of reasons, Veronica kept quiet.
"Do you think there'll be any resistance?" Thea wondered.
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