Feb 08, 2009 19:40
She takes a drag, quick and agitated, like a hurrying dragon.
"It's not that I want him," she explains, and she feels compelled to nod her head. Not in agreement, no; just to tell her that she is listening and she can go on thinking out loud.
"But on days such as this..." another drag, slower but no less urgent "...well."
She bows her head and smiles at her feet, like her feelings embarrass her.
"One begins to wonder why one must keep saying no."
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Isa, still zero. Anna and Ina, one point. Storms are brewing on the horizon.
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