She nods, hauling herself together again to something like composure. She can feel tears on her lower lashes but she’s going to stubbornly ignore them, and look away as long as she needs to.
“Yeah, I think I’d lose my shit if that happened,” she says, moving into the cabin. “We‘d never hear the end of it.”
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Date: 2020-12-19 10:48 pm (UTC)“Yeah, I think I’d lose my shit if that happened,” she says, moving into the cabin. “We‘d never hear the end of it.”