[She doesn't disagree; the more she thinks about everything that happened the more she thinks to herself-- what the fuck?
But she lets it slide. Decides to focus on the now.]
Together would probably be more fun.
[Is there an edge to her voice? Maybe. The pit may be behind her now, but it's hard to let go of the feeling of tension that rises up in her when she thinks of him heading off to some secluded location alone.]
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But she lets it slide. Decides to focus on the now.]
Together would probably be more fun.
[Is there an edge to her voice? Maybe. The pit may be behind her now, but it's hard to let go of the feeling of tension that rises up in her when she thinks of him heading off to some secluded location alone.]