"You know what for." It's almost scolding. He ought to know, anyway. Turning her cards inward -- literally holding them close to her chest, no symbolism there, she's all open to him, worried wide gray eyes -- she scoots closer, gets up on her knees so she's level with his face, studies it. He's so much bigger than she is, which is wrong in itself, and he even smells different.
They're supposed to be the same -- that's the solution, there, she has it. "We can fix it. Tell me how I can be grown up too."
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Date: 2007-04-17 04:31 am (UTC)They're supposed to be the same -- that's the solution, there, she has it. "We can fix it. Tell me how I can be grown up too."