[ She takes all of three seconds to choose her next move, and the motion of reaching forward and relocating the piece is not as smooth as before. There's a wobble to her hand, a preoccupation in her intention, and she settles back into her chair with a more somber air wrapped around her. ]
(I've tried to have control for all those years too, but it's never worked. Not even once. There's a part of me I have no say over and I hate it.)
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( I've tried to have control for all those years too, but it's never worked. Not even once. There's a part of me I have no say over and I hate it. )