"Pretty sure I did something like that once," South says, and it's not exactly clear whether she's joking or not, even if she's giving a bit of a smirk.
She sighs, sitting forward, leaning her elbows on her knees. The memory of her just keeps beating on that bag, though if she remembers right, she might have started angry crying at some point, and she sure hopes this thing doesn't linger long enough to show that.
"Coulda been heavier," she says with a shrug, because god if it isn't true. This memory does still hurt, but it's not as bad as it could have been. There's 'heavy' and there's 'anyone who sees it will fucking hate me', and heavy's the better option, if this must happen. "And I sure fuckin' can, that was pretty fuckin' intense but I've definitely done more shouting and broken more things in an argument than that before."
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"Pretty sure I did something like that once," South says, and it's not exactly clear whether she's joking or not, even if she's giving a bit of a smirk.
She sighs, sitting forward, leaning her elbows on her knees. The memory of her just keeps beating on that bag, though if she remembers right, she might have started angry crying at some point, and she sure hopes this thing doesn't linger long enough to show that.
"Coulda been heavier," she says with a shrug, because god if it isn't true. This memory does still hurt, but it's not as bad as it could have been. There's 'heavy' and there's 'anyone who sees it will fucking hate me', and heavy's the better option, if this must happen. "And I sure fuckin' can, that was pretty fuckin' intense but I've definitely done more shouting and broken more things in an argument than that before."