Stalker. [ she says through her second mouthful and nudges his shin under the table with the toe of her boot. it isn't funny, it's that she's glad they're past that. she can't waste energy berating herself for continuing a relationship risen from such awful foundation. that would be opening the door for disappointment. she's never done the long haul with anyone and she's dubious of wanting to, given that that's usually a guarantee of the opposite outcome. individually they're built to last. together, they can see how far they make it.
with the help of orange sports juice, Jess makes her half-sandwich goal and slumps between her chair and the wall, resting her head for a moment. and her eyes. her brain too maybe. ]
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with the help of orange sports juice, Jess makes her half-sandwich goal and slumps between her chair and the wall, resting her head for a moment. and her eyes. her brain too maybe. ]