[ please have clingy Nancy, who squeezes Kate's hand a little too hard. shared trauma - that's what Nancy does, apparently. it's like a glue that fuses people together, a thick cord of scar tissue blackened between them. she looks at Kate and it's hard not to picture her face twisted into a scream as she struggles on the hook. but it looks so relaxed right now, and with the snow filtering down around them everything seems so perfectly quiet ...
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a little too quiet, if you ask Nancy. ]
Anything? [ like a pony sweater? ]