[ It's a careful dance. She could offer. She could ask if it would help to. She could just say.
It's all tangled up in what this isn't. Or is. Or isn't. In the fact she could probably bring Lise anything at this point, scarves and boas she's outgrown, nail polish and candy hearts, or something silly every time, but everyone else has their pride mangled up in it, too. Somewhere nowhere near as simple. Because none of the rest of them are seven. ]
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She could ask if it would help to. She could just say.
It's all tangled up in what this isn't. Or is. Or isn't. In the fact she could probably bring Lise anything at this point, scarves and boas she's outgrown, nail polish and candy hearts, or something silly every time, but everyone else has their pride mangled up in it, too. Somewhere nowhere near as simple. Because none of the rest of them are seven. ]
Seven. I'll text you if I'm running late.