[ Cue an exasperated noise to follow the exasperated expression, but there might, just might be the edge of a smile there, too. Chyler has to boost herself up to sit on the edge of her desk--something else she never would have considered doing a month ago. Maybe it's because of how pulverized her foundations were, on arriving here. Maybe it's just the kind of person John is. ]
It was different than any of your stories. And it was so real.
[ She runs her fingers over the edge of the desk, watching her hand. ] As real as this.
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It was different than any of your stories. And it was so real.
[ She runs her fingers over the edge of the desk, watching her hand. ] As real as this.