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@ -52,7 +52,8 @@ Panting, Motes scooted so that her back rested against a spire of rock to get as
There was a snort of laughter from the boy. "That is definitely a you thing."
She mulled over this, tallying up the various anxieties she had felt over the years, the worries she had expressed or let color her actions, all the times she disappeared from youth, from play, from this form. "Yeah, I guess," she mumbled. "You ever get anxious about all this?"
She mulled over this, tallying up the various anxieties she had felt over the years, the worries she had expressed or let color her actions, all the times she disappeared from youth, from play, from this form. Despite her desire to let Big Motes handle such things, a question began to gnaw at her, a desire for feedback.
"Yeah, I guess," she mumbled. "You ever get anxious about all this?"
"All this?"
@ -108,7 +109,7 @@ At home, she dashed to the kitchen and gulped down a glass of water, laughed at
It was a night for good food and terrible movies.
Beholden grilled hot dogs and bratwurst and Motes, yes, had them loaded up with veggies, dragged through the garden.
Beholden grilled hot dogs and bratwurst, and Motes, yes, had them loaded up with veggies, dragged through the garden.
Ioan grilled *frigărui,* kebabs loaded up with Carpathian seasonings, and *mititei,* yet another sausage.