[He's right. He doesn't say a word but she knows what he means and he's right.
Shrugging again.
She presses her lips together, savouring the taste of the beer, then sets the bottle down and pinches the soft part of her hand hard enough to draw up livid red crescents against the skin with her nails.]
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Shrugging again.
She presses her lips together, savouring the taste of the beer, then sets the bottle down and pinches the soft part of her hand hard enough to draw up livid red crescents against the skin with her nails.]
I guess not.