[ she scrunches up her face in mock distaste as if she's tasted a lemon. that isn't as ideal as reading a journal. after all, the journal doesn't talk back or refuse to give her the details she's after.
but then she settles back in her chair and crosses her arms against her chest. ]
Then tell me something you'd write in your journal right now.
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but then she settles back in her chair and crosses her arms against her chest. ]
Then tell me something you'd write in your journal right now.