[Something in her feels stiff. A memory like noticing a scuff in her beautiful new shoes when she went to fasten them, getting ready for school one February morning that makes her thinks of jinxes. How silly.
Thinking it's silly doesn't make her feel less shaken, but Rin smiles anyways. Where had she been going with that thought again? Right, right.]
...We have plenty of time here. Why don't you tell me about it?
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Thinking it's silly doesn't make her feel less shaken, but Rin smiles anyways. Where had she been going with that thought again? Right, right.]
...We have plenty of time here. Why don't you tell me about it?