[her hands are still in fists and her mouth neatly placed into a scowl]
... a trick, it would seem.
[so why is it that she can't calm her heart? why are her thoughts still so scrambled? even now she looks around, as if there's any chance that she might be missing something, like she might be failing someone again.]
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... a trick, it would seem.
[so why is it that she can't calm her heart? why are her thoughts still so scrambled? even now she looks around, as if there's any chance that she might be missing something, like she might be failing someone again.]