I'm certain, I don't like cabernet that much - [ His mouth cuts her off and this time she does squeal, her face cringing away from him, at the feeling of it. ( doesn't think, that she wouldn't be like this, so jumpy, so brittle, so overworked by little things if she just let anyone else near her, anymore but - that like everything else, is something she never thinks about ). ]
Byerly.
[ but she's waiting to hear whatever he might say. ]
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Byerly.
[ but she's waiting to hear whatever he might say. ]