"I don't - I don't know. It makes no sense. None of this makes sense," she stammered. She didn't know about anything. She wanted to throw the thing, to get rid of it, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. It was hard enough putting it down where she'd picked it up, to look away.
But at least it was out of her hands. At least there was that.
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Date: 2015-05-03 11:45 am (UTC)But at least it was out of her hands. At least there was that.