[ Why the hell does he have to be right? Where is this pent up venom of hers supposed to go now? Is it supposed to just dissipate into nothing?
She releases his shoulder and steps back a bit to collect herself. She grinds the heels of her palms against her face, her eyes, and lets out a frustrated growl that gives way to a sigh. ]
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She releases his shoulder and steps back a bit to collect herself. She grinds the heels of her palms against her face, her eyes, and lets out a frustrated growl that gives way to a sigh. ]
I value it plenty. Shut up...