"I know you do," she says in the same hushed voice.
But she doesn't deserve that, is the thing. And she doesn't know how to stop it, anyway.
She opens her black, black eyes. "It's like a spasm. An allergic reaction. Some foolish little thing strikes me and -- things I carry every day become suddenly unbearable."
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Date: 2020-11-26 02:21 am (UTC)But she doesn't deserve that, is the thing. And she doesn't know how to stop it, anyway.
She opens her black, black eyes. "It's like a spasm. An allergic reaction. Some foolish little thing strikes me and -- things I carry every day become suddenly unbearable."
"It will pass."