[ she nods — only barely. an infinitesimal movement that fears its own admission. layered in her chest are fear, grief, and guilt in equal measure. she draws her hands back from the phone, draws a deep breath, and straightens out her shoulders. ]
But it was yours, too. This place. And it was apart from everywhere else.
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But it was yours, too. This place. And it was apart from everywhere else.