[Immediately, Perona tenses, and her lips purse into a thin line. Though her hands were in her lap and out of sight, they're now gripping one of the ruffly layers of her gown, knuckles white with the force of her grip. Fuck, she can't go a few damn days without someone bring them up, can she? Maybe it would have been better to stay in her own goddamn apartment.
After a long, painful, thick silence, she mumbles softly through her teeth--]
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After a long, painful, thick silence, she mumbles softly through her teeth--]
I know them.