[ It just slips out. Any other month, it might not have. That's how things go with this form.
But she leans forward, on the edge of her seat, two of her sets of arms folded together. This is the sort of thing that she might ordinarily be excited for, the idea that he's figured out how to avoid getting hurt anymore by this world.
But he's clearly not okay. So, no. Instead she's just more worried by the moment. ]
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[ It just slips out. Any other month, it might not have. That's how things go with this form.
But she leans forward, on the edge of her seat, two of her sets of arms folded together. This is the sort of thing that she might ordinarily be excited for, the idea that he's figured out how to avoid getting hurt anymore by this world.
But he's clearly not okay. So, no. Instead she's just more worried by the moment. ]
What was it?