( the thought is there, even if she doesn't share it: eddie's right that she's tired. that it's hollow guilt. everyone's sorry. no one wants to do anything about it, until it's them. in the quiet of her room, she blows out a heavy breath, trying to breathe past the crushing weight on her chest. )
You're offering me ... weeds? I think most men offer flowers, at least.
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You're offering me ... weeds?
I think most men offer flowers, at least.
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