[ to anyone else who hadn't made it obvious they WANTED NOTHING TO DO WITH HIM
by the time he gets up there she's figured out her limbs well enough to scoot under the bed. it's yet one more thing making her want to claw out of her own skin from shame alone ("locked up a stray dog"— this is low, even for her) but she couldn't breathe out in the open.
with an edge of unhappy, half-hysterical laughter: ]
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by the time he gets up there she's figured out her limbs well enough to scoot under the bed. it's yet one more thing making her want to claw out of her own skin from shame alone ("locked up a stray dog"— this is low, even for her) but she couldn't breathe out in the open.
with an edge of unhappy, half-hysterical laughter: ]
I'm fine.