[ There's a handful of witty things she can say in response to that but she can feel the lump in her throat growing, tongue weighted like lead. She wants to keep it cool but... Shit. The silence hangs there until Sharon can't take it and finally moves to pull Vi into a tight hug. ]
It's been over a fucking year. [ The words are thick with emotion, emotion only held at bay through sheer force of fucking will. ]
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It's been over a fucking year. [ The words are thick with emotion, emotion only held at bay through sheer force of fucking will. ]