[ She glances at them both, avoiding all this fucking mind touching and rubbing like she's sorry for herself. She is, she did plenty of that the other day and now she's quiet in the midst of all this turmoil. A low thrum of existence that gives away nothing. ]
The fuck do I have to do with any of this.
[ A long exhale. She wants a cigarette more than she wants to pow-wow. ]
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The fuck do I have to do with any of this.
[ A long exhale. She wants a cigarette more than she wants to pow-wow. ]