[she's furious and miserable and shattered, she's shaking with it, but she keeps her back turned on him now, lets his words fall on her and weigh her shoulders down even more until it feels like they might snap under the pressure. but she can take it. she can.
(can she? really?)
carol has never been good at knowing when to run away, or knowing how, but right now she wants to. she doesn't know what else to do.]
Fine.
[there's no heat to it anymore. every tense muscle slumps, and she starts to walk away.]
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(can she? really?)
carol has never been good at knowing when to run away, or knowing how, but right now she wants to. she doesn't know what else to do.]
Fine.
[there's no heat to it anymore. every tense muscle slumps, and she starts to walk away.]
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