I don't want to look at you, [she wails, but drops her hand away from her face anyway. Staring furiously at the ground, she attempts to will her tears to reverse their trajectory and be sucked back up from whence they came.
Her deep breath is more honking gulp, but whatever. Baby steps.]
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Her deep breath is more honking gulp, but whatever. Baby steps.]
There's nothing to fix. It doesn't matter.