[ he keeps doing that. calling her that. it's a stark reminder of a dark unpleasantness surrounding her like a big evil cloud. like pig-pen from peanuts, but not as smelly. she levels her gaze on him as he speaks, keeping her expression neutral enough despite the fact that it really drives home a plethora of reasons she held him at arm's length - why she continues to. ]
Uh, sure, I could eat. Where were you thinking? [ she dropped her phone, swinging her legs off the bed and straightening up, stretching her arms over her head. ]
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Uh, sure, I could eat. Where were you thinking? [ she dropped her phone, swinging her legs off the bed and straightening up, stretching her arms over her head. ]