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"Do you know why I fix you? Why I even bother fixing you?" Sarah's hands on her cheek, a sponge pad applying dermablend to a rather prominent bruise. "Hold still." Sarah was angry.
Allison held still. "Yes. To protect John. You fix me to protect John." She closed her eyes as Sarah worked foundation into her skin, over her eyelids, around the socket. It smelled like almonds, and she didn't like it.
And Sarah tilted her chin up, making Allison turn her head this way and that. Inspecting. "How are you protecting him when you don't duck when someone takes a swing at you? Hm?"
"I didn't fall."
Sarah was smirking. She could tell with her eyes closed. Sarah was always smirking at her. "No. You didn't fall. Not the point. The point, Tin Man, is to duck so they don't knock that pretty little block off. You get me?"
"Yes. I get you."