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watch me turn your mind into my own.
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You know what I meant.
οΉ Her tone is flat, and for once, her mind quiet. It seems like a lost cause, this conversation, but . . . she simply returns to eating.
She doesnβt refute Jean anymore. Doesnβt try to chase her away,
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It canβt be as large of a piece as you think it is.
οΉ The backing away is met with confusion, but only for a moment. Surely the other girl knows she can easily take her in a fight, not that she thought about this coming
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οΉ This again.
Her fork clinks harshly against the bowl as she slams it down. οΉ
Iβm not her, you know. Never have been, never will be.
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β Was wondering if you were gonna come down the normal way or if you planned on jumpinβ. β
An Irish accent speaks from behind her, voice flat. No πecorum from this stranger, it seems.
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Youβre living in a fantasy world.
οΉ Well. She seems much less open all of a sudden. οΉ
This conversationβs over.
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