( This is a degree of stubbornness because she thinks she should do this, and when she does go away for the night, it is just a little lonely. Still better overall, but lonely before she passes out.
So she nods to him, and returns to picking up glasses, carefully stacking a few plates on top of each other.
But she gets distracted arranging the silverware to all point in one direction, zoning out staring at the tines on a fork.
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So she nods to him, and returns to picking up glasses, carefully stacking a few plates on top of each other.
But she gets distracted arranging the silverware to all point in one direction, zoning out staring at the tines on a fork.
Woah man.
Forks are... that's a fork. Huh! )