[It feels weird to ask questions, because they'd known one another so well. But that closeness sits in a strange sort of limbo now, between reality and dream, somewhere Koby can't reach it as easily as he once did.]
That's a relief. I don't want to reference some sort of inside joke and have nobody understand at all.
You've never been horrifying, Hilda. And I'd like that too. Our hair's the same color again and everything.
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[It feels weird to ask questions, because they'd known one another so well. But that closeness sits in a strange sort of limbo now, between reality and dream, somewhere Koby can't reach it as easily as he once did.]
That's a relief. I don't want to reference some sort of inside joke and have nobody understand at all.
You've never been horrifying, Hilda. And I'd like that too. Our hair's the same color again and everything.
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𝘕𝘰, 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺. 𝘖𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺? 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘥𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘒𝘰𝘣𝘺.
[ But even she's starting to think that there's something valuable to be learned from difficult or uncomfortable memories. ]
𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘴, 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘳. 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 - 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮.