[ she feels overwhelmed, everything swells and redacts and she just stares at the phone, awaiting inevitable questions. those three little letters stare her in the face, larger than life, larger than anything, and she wishes she never typed them.
but she doesn't flinch. maybe, in all the hubbub, they'll fly low under the radar if she just doesn't flinch. ]
Re: action;
but she doesn't flinch. maybe, in all the hubbub, they'll fly low under the radar if she just doesn't flinch. ]